Poem: My Soul: my
Soul is not white, my soul is tattered and torn and a little wrinkled. But it
is mine, it has been with me and stayed with me through it all. We have weathered all our storms. I can and have mended it and patched it. You can see the thin lines of ware. Hold on soul
you are the one I want. Stay with me.
Marriage tips: you
can fight, you can push each other’s buttons.
However, if you cannot forgive and cannot say I was wrong, I am
sorry. It will never work.
Object lesson that hit home:
I took a plane coffee filter. It represented our body when we were born. Then we folded it up (he changes us a little,
we go through a few hard things.) Then
we start to cut the filter, he gives us trials and it hurts a little here and a
little there. We sometimes feel like chunks
are being taken out of us. Then we are
done WOW a beautiful snowflake. We are a
changed beautiful person.
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