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 existence. Isn’t it sweet that in the instant of a prayer, He will fill the holes life’s left behind?! Love that!
Funny, I love Cheddar cheese and Swiss not so much! Kind of matches your cheese analogy!!!
Heather, what I like about you is that no one is ever left wondering "What did she mean by that?" You are black and white, girl, not a smidgen of gray at all!!!! ♥ u
"He restores the years the locusts have eaten…"
Thanks, Heather.