The risk of Love.

I've avoided writing about her. 

For some reason it was just a really hard concept for me to get my head around. 

Seems so easy to tell you about her now. 

She is sweet and funny and oh so very loud. 

I mean she talks all the time! 

She smiles and giggles and almost never stops moving. 

She looks for me when I call her. 

She watches people and her face lights up when they look at her. 

People stop me to say hello to her, to speak life into her. 

She's flooded with Love wherever she goes. 

And I'm captivated by her! 

I have Loved and been Loved before, but it was not until I Loved her like I do that I felt and understood how God must feel about me. 

I'm not even sure I could adequately describe it now. 

Almost like it hurts a little to think about. 

Something's that's both pure and fierce at the same time and I'm sure they should not fit together. 

Yet somehow they do. 

I've never been aware of how much risk it could involve, still, it's so worth it. 

Just like it was worth it for me. 

I get so many comments about how attached people would get, how they could not let them go, I've been warned against getting too attached as if loving her less would make it easier, as if the more I give my heart to her the more pain I'd be causing herself. 

As if it's foolish to Love her as much as a possible can. 

I guess that's a little true. 

It would have hurt less not to love, it hurts less to hold back and to stay distant. 

Yet God did not do that to me, in fact just the opposite. 

Spilling out every available part of himself and sparing nothing to make sure I could be close to him. He took the risk knowing that I could not ever match His Love for me. 

That I could not reciprocate it even if I tried. 

And It all of a sudden makes so much crazy sense to me. 

I'm worth the risk of Love. 

She's worth the risk of Love.