“He stole my spot.”
Lexi & David
My sister and I headed into the Saturday night service as usual. However, things did not go as planned. When we went to our normal seats we found that someone else was sitting there. We were rather incredulous. Everyone knew that THESE were OUR seats. We settled on sitting directly behind the fellow who stole our spot. Thus for an entire service I stared at the brown hair of my future husband…
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We become the story we feed on. Marital love satisfies longings like no cheap imitation can. So the Real Story, the cosmic romance, fills us like no other story can.
What story will I feed on? What story will I become?
(Ann Voskamp in "Become the Story", originally at A Holy Experience)
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