And then the women ran away with my hearts. All divied up into pieces shaped like me, in gingerbread form. "Too late" says the one, "I'm keeping it, your heart that is." She stole it. I never saw it again. She owns it forever and can call me anytime she wants to use it. Golden View with eggs over easy followed by a BJ in my truck. Is that why I invested my heart in her? I didn't think so, but that's the way it worked out. I love you Lord, and need Your grace in my life. Help to heal the emptiness in me.

P M

not by courtney................. by a friend