Yes, it takes our freedoms because sometimes love does that: for neighbour, for stranger, for one who walks the same streets, walks by your desk, shops where you shop, shares the same air.
Sometimes love lays down rights - freedom of movement, freedom of assembly, freedom to smile and have others see - because sometimes love judges the more needful thing, the truer way to be free.
Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.
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