I am in love with you, Lord.
It is no longer a feeling.
It is no longer a clichéd string of words.
It has become a state of being that has invaded the very root of my soul.
I have fallen for you.
I am in love with you.
I don’t want to step out of this cool watery air or this dancing laughter. It weaves itself into my veins like little threads of music, beating in tune to the rain drops and the sound of our barefeet on the pavement.
I asked for some kind of magic, and with graceful smiles and outstretched hands I got just what I needed in this sporadic song of thunder.
It is well with my soul.
“After this I go to work at a pizza shop. My wife and I were college professors in Bangladesh. I taught accounting. But one dollar in America becomes eighty dollars when we send it back home.”
There was a young sheep who loved her herd. She was born and grew up in this small, tight-knit community.
One day, she was out for a walk by herself when she found an injured wolf, alone and crying. She stayed and watched over the wolf and gave him some food. However, a few of the sheep came by and reprimanded her:
“Wolves are ravenous beasts!”
She refused to give up on the wolf, and decided to take care of him and find his family. Her family of sheep abandoned her.
A wandering shepherd found her and the wolf a few days after the incident. The shepherd quickly attended to the wolf. He then told the sheep, “Thank you for taking care of this wolf. He’s an old friend.”
He picked up the wolf, put him across his shoulders and said,
“Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.”
This is beautiful.