Alone.

Depressing choice of heading? Sorry. Isn't it strange, I only ever seem to blog about the solemn times. At least that is what it feels like recently. But I have come to know hard times, in recent weeks. And sometimes I forget quite how hard hard times can be. I take love for granted. I take the people in my life for granted. I am so alone. And I realise that in a place where there is no love and no depth, the only thing to cling to is Jesus. Unconditional. That is the nature of His love for me. But not passive unconditional. Sacrifice as a result of real and passionate love. Trancendent. Not in keeping with the ways of this world. It may become clear through the chain of blogs published to this date, I hold love in somewhat high esteem. To me it is the centre of everything. And one day, if you find yourself in a place entirely devoid of love, you may find it hard. How can people survive without love? I know no other purpose to life, be it in the giving, or the recieving of love, no greater power on this earth.


Love.


But where is it? I can't see it anywhere around me. Why? What is wrong with this world? I have no answers. Though I seek them desperately. This place drains me. I feel I can never learn to live here. But I will. I will struggle through daily. And learn. With God. And I will try with all my might to do so with love. If its the last thing I do, I will love, no matter the cost.