I stand at the door
One man had painted a beautiful picture. The day of the presentation to the public, attended by local authorities, photographers, journalists, and many people, because this was a famous painter, renowned artist. When the time came, it was ensured that pulled the table cloth. There was warm applause.
It was an impressive figure of Jesus gently touching the door of a house. Jesus appeared alive. With the ear next to the door, seemed to want to hear if someone inside the house he replied. Everyone admired this beautiful work of art. A very curious observer, he found a flaw in the table. The door had no lock.
And it was to ask the artist:
_ "His door has no lock! How do I open it? ".
The painter took his Bible, looked for a verse and asked him to the observer who read:
Revelation 3, 20:
"Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if any one heard my voice and opens the door, I will come to him and dine with him, and he with me."
_ "That is," replied the painter. "This is the door of the human heart. It only opens on the inside. "
Let's open our hearts to love, God.
Change, although we are on time.
i love anthony so much every day he tells me he never thought hed meet anyone who was as beutiful as me in his hole life. he always is buying me presents and giving me flowers. we are both crazy about each other and every time i see him i cant say anthing that i had planned to say!!!
im still kinda hyper from earlier!
haha...
we are both crazy about each other and every time i see him i cant say anthing that i had planned to say!!!
