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Thoughts from the North Woods, Part 3

May 18, 2011

I have a deep longing for relationship.  It is hard-coded into my brain.  I desire friendship.  I desire intimacy.  I desire the sort of soul-entwining “knowing” spoken of by lovers in old French movies.

I was to be known.  Am I known?  Does anyone care?  Would they if they really knew me?  History, fears, faults and all?

No one can know me fully.  My deepest insecurities.  The depth of my love.

But there is someone.  He turned water to wine.  He told crazy stories to help me understand his kingdom.  He rode a donkey.  He carried a cross.  All for me.  Not to let me make a choice.  Not to try to convince me he was worth it.  There was no self-assessing mirror present.

He loved me.  He chose me.  He knew me.

He loves me.  He chooses me.  He knows me.

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