Repentance, the daily intake of fresh life giving heart exchange, his for mine.
Shucking off the old and embracing the Him.
Repentance, an attitude of a heart that yearns for more of Papas love and affection.
Repentance, the always open door my heart to his. Not a have too, not a I should, but a word that describes the freedom of a natural flow of living loved.
It is the result of love's incredible force rushing toward the desired object of its affection.
It is the homecoming rush of lovers as they race to each other.
Repentance, not just a word or an action but a sweet part of who my Papa is, the eternal open hug, open invitation of all he is.
Oh come, drink deep from a well that shall never run dry and every slurp is a surprise.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
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