C.S. Lewis said about love: “To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”
So love. Don't just feel love; do love, be love, act love, live love. Don't embalm your heart.
I find myself lost in a quest for knowledge and reason and truth; and in those moment of wandering in the dark, reaching to the unknown, my hands are always found by my Love. And he brings me water when I thirst and food when I hunger, and help when I'm weak and humility when I'm strong, and by this he Loves me. And it takes me over, and I am lost in it but I am found in it. And he Loves me. And my life is not without pain but it is without stain because he Loves me. I am saved because he Loves me despite. despite. despite my unlove. He Loves me. And so I Love.
yours, truly Yours,
Micaela

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