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From: MariJean <[log in to unmask]>

> Thank you Karen, very, very much.
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> purple
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> 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'
> >
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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 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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