When I get still and hear the loudest thing in me, it is often that I am chasing everyone but God. And I fear if he gets too close, he’ll see it. But if I let him close anyway, we sit together on days like that, looking over the frantic river that is wearing me out. He never says, I told you so. He could, but he never does. Love is jealous . . . especially God’s love. He wants me, and I want everybody else. God knows we all have this problem, loving everybody but him. So he called a prophet to dedicate his days to answering the same question I ask: how do we stop chasing everybody else and
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