I didn’t use to believe him when he said he loved me. Not because his love wasn’t real, more because I heard the words through my own messed up filter. Somehow during the last ten years of knowing him and being known by him, of failing and receiving grace, of risking rejection and being accepted after all, the filter faded away and truth took over. We choose messy, fantastic love everyday. It’s a gift I sometimes forget to remember, but it’s the best one I’ve got.

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