Your welcome I hope you are filling much better. 

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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]> 

> 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 
> > 
> >-- 
> >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 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 ... 
> > > 
> > 
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