“…And so it was with the Healer. He opened my mind up to the idea of a heart transplant with promises of His own.
He drew me in with whisperings of my deepest longings…
And He had me at Love…
…but I hung on His every word: Life… Peace… Joy… Forgiveness…
And with every whisper, I inched closer to the operating table.
But still, the promises weren’t enough for me to surrender…”
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Stooping For Manna 