More Than the Hairs of My Head

Those who hate me without a cause
Are more than the hairs of my head;
They are mighty who would destroy me,
Being my enemies wrongfully;
Though I have stolen nothing,
I still must restore it. Psalm 69:4

Even as I am reading the bible, moving from one word to the next, every possible distraction is upon me. Every possible propensity to take me from the whispers of the One I love.

And the god of this world shall not cease, until my love returns. For I am His. Guilty by association.