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Apr 2018
I wish I was in love with God.
Then I would want to spend so so so so
Much time with Him
It would never feel like a chore
I would never have to be prompted

And yet I am not in love with God.

How it pains me to write that!
How it pains me
And stabs me
And hurts me
To say that!

Because it is true.
Why does this desire that I want so badly not come to fruition in life and in my actions and in my time?
Written by
Rhia
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