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02-25-2008, 07:52 AM
February 25, 2008
The same Lord is Lord of all and richly blesses all who call on him.
Romans 10:12
It was my sixteenth birthday and I returned from visiting my cousin's only to discover that my best friend and my boyfriend had fallen hopelessly in love.
Dad's imagination swung into action. "Imagine your body's an empty vessel, Mary Jane. The top of your head a golden lid. And God, high above, silver chalice tilted—"
"I can't play games right now, Daddy," I interrupted him.
"Sure you can, honey. Besides, this is no game. God is there, waiting to fill your emptiness with the love of forgiveness and understanding. All you have to do is open yourself to Him."
Everett and Jewelle have long since married and raised a family, and I have long since discovered the true magic of Dad's imagination. Because Dad was right. God is always there, waiting to drain the anger, envy or just plain weariness away, and fill me with the balm of His healing love.
by Mary Jane Meyer
The same Lord is Lord of all and richly blesses all who call on him.
Romans 10:12
It was my sixteenth birthday and I returned from visiting my cousin's only to discover that my best friend and my boyfriend had fallen hopelessly in love.
Dad's imagination swung into action. "Imagine your body's an empty vessel, Mary Jane. The top of your head a golden lid. And God, high above, silver chalice tilted—"
"I can't play games right now, Daddy," I interrupted him.
"Sure you can, honey. Besides, this is no game. God is there, waiting to fill your emptiness with the love of forgiveness and understanding. All you have to do is open yourself to Him."
Everett and Jewelle have long since married and raised a family, and I have long since discovered the true magic of Dad's imagination. Because Dad was right. God is always there, waiting to drain the anger, envy or just plain weariness away, and fill me with the balm of His healing love.
by Mary Jane Meyer