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LoveA kitten questions not the source of the milk upon which it feeds, it merely accepts the inevitability of its presence. First love is like that - we eat at the right hand of God and know not upon what we feast until the dinner is over and we leave the table mourning that which was left behind. Every so often, a man is blessed with the opportunity to return to that table, and with the help of God, to once again have the opportunity to love with all his heart, and this time, to do it right. With humility, with a sense of helplessness, I once again face the riptides of love. Only this time I've got ahold of my Father's hand, and he will not let me fail.
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