Last night I loved her. It could have been better — she gave me no response, constantly looking away, seeking others as I labored for her, even daring to call My Name in vain.
But I continue.
And I will love her again today, and tomorrow, and forever; I will never cease to love her.
In time she will respond, and there will be less work. We will move in unison, striving together.
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.