Trust

I think I’m still struggling to come to grips with the fact that the God we sing about with our sweet thoughts and our love songs is the same God who disciplines us and wreaks havoc on our world with His fierce determination.
Having known the weightlessness of His eternal love, I’m painfully conscious of the gravity of His intentions: that He is violently opposed to the darkness in me.
I am afraid of His love and His wisdom.
Oh to bare my chest to the famed Creator is to invite His blade through my side!
What kind of fool would I be to do that?