My Mamaw came to me in a dream last night, as if for a visit and she brought me a basket of corn bread, still warm with butter inside, just like I like. My Mamaw, so welcoming and so nourishing, and I could feel that unconditional love. When I woke, I felt a bit overwhelmed when I thought of all the love and care I've received for no reason at all. So much love that I can hardly take it all in. God's love is like that. Like warm cornbread with the butter already put inside by your sweet Grandma. a nontraditional analogy for God's love but the one given to me in my dream.
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