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We have each become Gods basket, no two baskets just alike…no not a one. For each one was woven not to be liken to another, but each charged with a calling to collect assorted pieces of fruit to bring unto him. No not even one liken to another…all capable of gathering Gods fruit and storing them up for the day that his written word comes to be. 

Yet though no two basket be just alike…all serving the same the purpose of collecting his fruit. These baskets are used that each of them could or might be able to carry the souls of all the fruits that had fallen off he’s tree…in that his son Jesus whom died for on a tree in an attempt to save all his father’s fruit that had somehow fallen from God’s tree. If you God's chosen basket has become either withered, broken or full of holes? Take it back to the maker and he will make it whole again. Each of us though different are still charged with the tasking of  collecting Gods fruit, be they infested with worms, partly rotten, broken or just fowl smelling, he commands you to just pick them up!

Surely how could they be gathered if your own basket had a hole in it nearly the size of a black hole? Surely each of piece fruits that has fallen from your basket will be add to your bill as you go before the Father to take account of what you have collected, who see that your that your basket is empty… standing before him with no fruits to give. Take heed empty baskets…who were some either broke, torn or somehow lacking in strength to hold onto what you have collected for God’s new Eden, go to the Father whom is the weaver of all things and let his infinite mercy fix it before he calls you up to present all that fruit which he entrusted unto you to gather up!

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