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Friday, September 2, 2016
The hit-and-run of your emphatic abruptness.
I had to talk to Jesus about you.
Then you said your son was
driving in from Texas in an old pick-up truck,
and you requested prayers from them that do,
and you showed me an image of an electric guitar
like the one your husband plays in the praise band at church,
the one that usually sells for three thousand dollars,
but that he got at a super discount,
and later you said your son had arrived safely
and had delivered a wonderful surprise --
your mamma had come for the weekend.
I hesitate to give the glory to God.
Jesus has never worked that fast before.