God found me, despite myself. And he loves me, he loves me fiercely.
I have recently been reading Anne Rice's new book, Called Out of Darkness: A Spritual Confession she uses a poem that I have loved for many years, "The Hound of Heaven," to speak of God's pursuit of herself. So forgive me if I place it here it is on my mind.(well part of it is a very long poem)"I fled Him, down the nights an down the days;I fled Him, down the arches of the years;i fled Him, down the labyrinthine waysof my own mind; and in the midst of tearsI hid from Him, and under running laughter.Up visted hopes I sped;and shot, precipated,Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,from those strong Feet that followed, followed after.But with unhurrying chase,and unpreturbed pace,Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,they beat==and a Voice beatmore instant than the feet=='All things betray thee, who betrayed Me.'"
Such wonderful thoughts for the heart! (I look forward to snooping around your site for more :-)take care,Louise Lewis, authorNo Experts Needed: The Meaning of Life According to YOU!FREE e-book at: www.noexpertsneeded.com(Simply my way of 'giving back'...)