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
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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'
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From: MariJean <[log in to unmask]>
> 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 away 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 ...
>