The most constant and reoccurring pattern in my life has been,
Whenever someone or something begins to be my joy supply, begins to be the reason i am hopeful or filled a little more with laughter than before, they begin to disappoint. In ways I need them not to. In ways do not expect them to. It always feels like I’ve lost them to an unseen, unknown force.
Many times it is if God is trying to say,
“I am the only rock, the only presence that is completely unmovable
I did not one day come to you, I was not made.
So I do not leave
I’ve always been here
And always will be
On this should you build your hope.
Nothing else is infinite
You will never know a love this solid.
Child, you must have no other gods before me.
So tear down these idols
Return to the place your altar was built
But whatever you choose to do, know that they will come down one day.”
