When Your Little Waif Takes You To The Heavens

You know those tears, those big hot tears, filled with salt and hurt and pain and joy and overwhelming praise to Jesus as you walk away into the dark hallway of your home and you fall upon the hallway wall and you silently scream to Jesus how much you love Him and how much it means that He saved your lovely little waif of a daughter and you know what it means to Him and He knows what it means to you and you know your tears are being save in His bottle of yours in heaven (Psalms 56:8) that means they are more valuable than all the gold unfounded yet on earth and more meaningful than all the meaning of dark caverns filled with diamonds and you know, you know, that God is love and that God is love and those tears, now in the corners of your mouth and you can taste the salt, the salt, that taste of Eden, like the first salt that God touched Eve’s mouth with and said, “I will preserve you!!!” is the same God who preserved your baby waif!!!

Sissy sent this to Betty and I yesterday and we spent the remainder of the evening in heavenly holies.