Constance, I want to introduce you to an old friend…one of my very first in fact. She is in the same litter of puppies that I was born in…and we snuffled at Mama’s side for milk with our lil shut up eyes and hungry bellies……our noses worked better than our brains and we snuffled each other’s scents…and Mama’s…and our puppy selves curled around each other when our bellies were swollen and full with the good milk of the Word…the same Word…the same Mama, that “El-Shaddai” many-breasted God that we grew to love and serve and follow all the days of our lives.
I have never actually met this old friend in the body…yet. That is coming.But it was only a few weeks ago that we encountered one another and the elevator just zoomed us back to the place we were born and bred. It was a reunion of great joy, for we had both spent many a year thinking ourselves alone in the wilderness.
Her blog is a great read…and I am linking to this post because of when I was little, and I had a prayer I prayed of 3 prongs (read Jennifer’s post and you can see how we are litter-mates):
I prayed that I would be a real christian…and by that I mean real.
I prayed that I would be known as a friend of God.
I prayed that I would truly embrace death to self.
In someways the very best prayer I ever prayed…in every way the most painful one.