(Original title: I love you more than anyone else in the whole world.)
Imagine for a moment…
We don’t talk much but…you mean everything to me.
I talk about you all the time.
I know everything about you.
Like, I know where you went and what you did and who you were with.
I talk about your friends.
I quote stuff you said.
I made a shrine to you.
I even tattooed your child’s name on my body.
Isn’t it sweet?
(Stay with me here. God has this stirring in my heart and it’s been tough to think about.)
Your son died and
I even wear the emblem of how he died as a symbol of my devotion to you.
It’s cool with you that we never really talk, right?
(Creeped out yet?)
Not sure about how you’d feel but all that would make me want to get a restraining order.
If any person treated us like we sometimes treat God, we’d probably be calling the police.
Talk with God. He’s listening. He loves you. (And He does NOT want a restraining order.)