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Lord, You Are God! You Made Us. Who Better To Know How To Fix Us When We've Gone Wrong? Who Better To Set Us To Rights Again? Who Better To Love Us Through The Fire And Refine Us Into Something Beautiful And Useful Despite Our Wrongs?

Michael Had Once Read To Her How God Had Cast A Man And Woman Out Of Paradise. Yet, For All Their Human Faults And Failures. God Had Shown Them The Way Back In.

That Is One Of The Reasons I Write: To Feel The Presence Of God And Know He Is Speaking To Me In A Very Personal Way, Instructing Me, Correcting Me, Redirecting Me.

I Promise To Love And Cherish You, To Honor And Sustain You, In Sickness And In Health, In Poverty And In Wealth,in The Bad That May Darken Our Days, In The Good That May Light Our Way. Tirzah, Beloved, I Promise To Be True To You In All Things Until I Die. And Even Beyond That, God Willing

We All Wanted What We Wanted, And When The Lord Fulfilled His Purpose Rather Than Ours, We Struck Out Against Him. In Anger. In Disappointment. Yet, It Is God's Will That Prevails.