I remember writing this in the margins of Kings 1: I am not sure how this has happened to me. It is like a disease. I have a fever. People who are in love always describe it as a glorious sickness, but how can I even say that I am in love? I am struck. It is a moment I will forget. For a moment, the Lord was supplanted in my thoughts. I can only beg forgiveness.
My pen tore a hole in the page.
Forgiveness.
I did not know it then, but that was the word that meant the beginning of the end for me.
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