Allergic Girl

I’m allergic to everything in the world. Well, almost everything. Sometimes I wonder if I had parents on another planet who sent me to earth like Superman’s parents did him. Maybe my earth parents found me in the alley behind the house, a tiny spaceship smoldering between the garage and the railroad tracks. “Oh, look—a baby! And she’s breaking out in hives!” Okay, I’m getting carried away. Someday, at the Wedding Supper of the Lamb, I’ll get to eat anything I want to eat. I’ll get to grab food and cram it into my mouth and thank the Lord over and over. Until then I’ll thank Him for what this allergic body can eat now. God is good! He provides!   “Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him (Psalm 34:8 NIV).”

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