My Reconstructed House

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.