Whatever Happened to “MySpace” (standard:humor, 905 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 11 2025	Views/Reads: 22/1	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
If I am under the “shadow of the Almighty”, nobody can ever compromise my safety. I don’t have to worry about my situation because I am not defined by that. I am defined by my abiding under the shadow of the Almighty. If you can compromise the “Almighty”

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great-grandfather, I cannot say that word with two letters, “NO.” Who 
gave her the right to “My Space” lunch? 

I don't know whether she understands I can't say that word, or maybe
she's just playing me with a cute little giggle, a smile, and puppy 
eyes. As far as she is concerned, “My Space” is also “Her Space.” Where 
she got that idea, I will never know. I'm suspicious that maybe she was 
born with it, or perhaps her great-grandmother taught her how to do it. 


In any case, “My Space” has been thoroughly violated. I'm beginning to
think the only time I will restore “My Space” is when they put me in my 
coffin and drop me in the grave. 

Pondering this the other day, I wondered how or if it was possible to
regain “My Space.” What must I do to establish the perimeters that will 
separate me from everybody else? 

I remember reading I the Psalms verses that support my idea of “My
Space”. David said in Psalm 91:1, 4 - “He that dwelleth in the secret 
place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. He 
shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou 
trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.” 

If I am under the “shadow of the Almighty”, nobody can ever compromise
my safety. I don't have to worry about my situation because I am not 
defined by that. I am defined by my abiding under the shadow of the 
Almighty. If you can compromise the “Almighty” then I'll worry, but not 
before. Good luck with that.


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