He whispers sweet nothings in my ear, reminding me of his grace. And he sweetly serenades me, inviting me to soak in his presence. Then it dawns on me that perhaps I have not been loving him, but loving what I can do for him. And I feel crushed, until he lifts my face towards his and wipes my guilt away, singing sweetly of his love for me.
"I know your deeds, your hard work and your perseverance. I know that you cannot tolerate wicked people, that you have tested those who claim to be apostles but are not, and have found them false. You have persevered and have endured hardships for my name, and have not grown weary. Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken the love you had at first."
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