Wolves in sheep's clothing always talk about love, don't they? They lecture everyone about a saccharine, sappy, high fructose sort of love, yet their hearts are dark, cold, and empty. Real love is less flashy, and often less sweet, yet far more profound.
The truth is I am lonely. Though I am thankful for God's fellowship, I have no friends. Sometimes I long for connection, someone to talk to...yet I've never been popular. People aren't drawn to me.
Sometimes I hesitate to call God my Father, because I am so unworthy. "Are You still my Father?" I sometimes wonder, especially if I've made a mistake. Yet God reassured me...a father is always a father. Even my biological father, though he abandoned me, is still my father. That fact cannot change. Then how much more so shall God always be my spiritual Father? Abba doesn't change. He doesn't forsake.
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