Like a brick of cheddar cheese, I was made in the solid image of God: destined to be whole; wired to be filled. There was never meant to be any holes…But along the way–like swiss cheese & by my own doing–holes got added to what was meant to be solid. Sometimes, I get discouraged that my life has made me hole-y. Thankfully, I am loved by a God who–when I ask Him to fill the spaces–gloriously descends an extra dose of His substance into my existance. Isn’t it sweet that in the instant of a prayer, He will fill the holes life’s left behind?! Love that!
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I think there will always be some Swiss cheese mixed in – until one glorious day when we see His face!