I don’t think I can stand it, Lord. I don’t know if I can
stand it. All of these things, all of these pressures and stresses and worries
and fears and the overwhelmingness of life, but with your love as a banner over
me. Your love, constantly washing over me, a steady stream, always flowing,
always strong, over all of it. I don’t know if I can stand up under your love another
moment, and I don’t know what to do with these feelings. I love you too. I just
don’t know if I can cope with the purity and strength of yours. I just might
break apart. Maybe just ache. But maybe break into a million tiny pieces, and
then what will I do?
But, I don’t want you to stop. Please stay loving me in a
steady stream.
