I wonder what it means to be a lover?
People say that forbidden fruits taste the sweetest.
Is it true?
Is it sweeter than pure love?
Is it sweeter than Him?


We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home. Do we dare to love out loud? Knowing that sometimes our sincere actions can cause ridicule? Perhaps, the sooner we get over the fear, the sooner we can be like Christ..