possessiveness

Summer Cottage by the Beach

God said:

I dropped the anchor of My thought, and the world appeared, and you appeared in it. The Earth is a deep ocean of My thought. You stir it around.

My thought designed the mountains and the coves. I made a perfect world. You are operant in it. You are My good fortune on Earth. I placed you here. I secured you to My heart, and placed you on Earth where you discovered time and tapped your foot in space.

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