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He loves me…He love me not…He loves me... He loves me NOT…
As little girls many of us played pretend. Yes, in our own little minds, we filled our world with dolls, dreams, and our perfect love. Once I was grown and out on my own there was no more pretending. I was playing house and trying to handle grown folks business. I was trying so hard to enhance this romance, but I had to realize that there was no happily ever after to my story. My fairy-tale romance was turning into a horror film and I was the main character.
I was on a scavenger hunt looking for love and expecting happiness. I was disappointed with the love that I found and not satisfied with the happiness I had made.
He offered me a bogus brand of what I thought was real love. You know that love that looks just like the real thing and from a distance you can't tell if it's an original or just a knock off. But usually if you look at it, really examine it; you can tell that it's a fake! The stitches are different, the texture is different, but most of all the quality is different. I knew that the quality of love that Marcus offered was flawed, but I wanted it so bad, I carried it around perpetrating it as an original.
He loves me….He loves me not…Yes, He loves me…..
He is the complete expression of love. It is His desire to lavish so much love on me.
Every good gift that I receive comes from His hand.
For He is my Provider and He will meet all my needs.
His plan for my future has always been filled with hope.
He loves me with an everlasting love (Jeremiah 31:3).
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