Hi Karen,

As a matter of fact, I think yesterday was my turning a corner day. 
Today's nice as can be, but a cold caught me!
Snee'ee'ee'ee'ee'ee'ee'ee'ee'eeszszszszszszszszszszszszszszszszszszszszszszszsz!
sniff sniff, huh-choo!


love,

purple



At 04:01 PM 2/29/2008, you wrote:
>Your welcome I hope you are filling much better.
>
>--
>I would rather live my life as if there is a God, and die to find 
>out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't, and die to 
>find out there is.
>ABC's of Salvation
>Admit you are a sinner. Rom 3:23
>Believe on Christ. Acts 16:31
>Confess your faith. Rom 10:9-10
>Karen Carter 74'
>
>-------------- Original message --------------
>From: MariJean <[log in to unmask]>
>
> > Thank you Karen, very, very much.
> >
> >
> > purple
> >
> > At 10:48 AM 2/28/2008, you wrote:
> > >Father in Heaven I ask you to pick Mari up and hold her, confort her
> > >and let her just give it all to you and you will take it for her. I
> > >thank you that you hold the deed to our lifes and you will take care
> > >of them. Thank you for your cleansing power. Thank you for washing
> > >away all of Mari's hurt, guilt, pain, shame, and suffering we know
> > >you do this because you took them to the cross with you. When you
> > >were on the cross Mari was on your mind. You looked forward in time
> > >just at Mari. Thank you Jesus. In your precious name we pray Amen
> > >
> > >--
> > &
>
>gt;I would rather live my life as if there is a God, and die to find
> > >out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't, and die to
> > >find out there is.
> > >ABC's of Salvation
> > >Admit you are a sinner. Rom 3:23
> > >Believe on Christ. Acts 16:31
> > >Confess your faith. Rom 10:9-10
> > >Karen Carter 74'
> > >
> > >-------------- Original message --------------
> > >From: MariJean
> > >
> > > > This limestone sculpture, this thing of grace,
> > > > is not as it appears to the naked eye or to the touch.
> > > > It is filled with holes, as if it grew up in a secluded cave.
> > > >
> > > > I know quite a lot about porusness, secluded caves, and the like.
> > > >
> > > > Today, I am porus, hypnotized by the steady drip, drip, drip, of
> > > my own tears,
> > > > eating me aw ay inside, as an inverted sculpture, eroded by the drip,
> > > > drip, drip of water from above.
> > > >
> > > > Today, a touch would penetrate me, make a hole in me, where the blood
> > > > would collect,
> > > > where my tears would never dry, a hole where light would pass through
> > > > to expose my inside.
> > > >
> > > > Today, I grieve the life of a dumb beast, a childhood of incest,
> > > > torture, drunken screams that went on and on and on and on ...
> > > >
> > > > Today, I wish I was somewhere else, that my head was populated, that
> > > > the vine-covered door had never opened, that these silent porus tears
> > > > of the dust of the past, could stop
> > > > falling into the vacuum of my self. (space deliberate)
> > > >
> > > > Pray for me, and maybe the acid heart-rain would stop ... I hope ...
> > > > Some day ...
> > > >
> > >
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> >
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