"What you can describe ~ is not the indescribable."
I am sitting here, drinking coffee and reading "Eat, Pray, Love" and it is fabulous. It amazes me the plethora of tools, avenues, and passages that "God" uses to reach me. It draws my eyes and attention to a piece of art hanging in my home. It is the painting by Micheal Angelo of the two out-stretched arms. One is limp, just hanging there, as to say, "Whatever?" and the other is strained, reaching out, wanting so badly just to touch the tip of his finger. You know I've heard many times, in my years of being involved in Christianity that, we all have a "God-shaped hole" in our hearts. This statement begs the question, "Maybe, just maybe, we are such a part of God, that he has an "Aleece-shaped hole" in His heart. I'm just casting my line out......let's see what I catch.
"We are all, and that means everybody, just fragments of God."
