“Love’s dress is blood-deep under the skin.” – John Pudney

Love ain’t supposed to be pretty. It’s supposed to be real.

Love is supposed to have the power to hurt; it has to, if it has also the power to exalt.

It’s a power we choose to give it. Like the wave the surfer rides, love can give us the wipeout as easily as it can give the thrill of riding the tube.

Do you dare it? CAN you dare it?

If you have a few minutes, won’t you please stop by at my other blog, Blessed Are the Pure of Heart?

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