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March 17, 2016                                       
 Mary E.W. Stephenson
                                    My Reconstructed House

     In my house of reconstruction, it is very well lit under the glory of GOD.
     There is a 'No Trespass' sign on my lawn, and a 'Private Property' sign is 
hanging from my front door.  
     Yet I peek outside of my windows and see the misery that tramples the lives of others.
      I am a compassionate soul. Yet I know that I must be careful as to whom I let in my house.
     
     In my old house I was ingenuous and allow negativity, jealousy, treachery, and deceit cross my door sill, and it tore down the walls of my house, leaving me with an empty shell of a house.
     My heart was splintered and I became plagued with despair.

     Now there is a loving spirit that flows freely from chambers to chambers.
     The tender yet feverish love of my man keeps my house warm and cozy.
     I have given GOD the key to my house, and I feel free to be successful in growth and accomplishment.
     
     People admire my new house and they want to know what they need to do to get such a well-constructed house, and I tell them to open the door to their inadequate house and let GOD in.

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