True Story

Kristine Cucinotta Murphy

Taking a minute after weeks one sleeping in front seat of truck and the other in the back seat, and even now where we are staying in separate twin beds, we squeeze in one bed for a moment of together, still in our own pain and suffering. My nail digs into mine husband’s hand, cringing how my body feels. He said “No.” I said “But, there’s Monkey and he is an evil Monkey. He has a quiver of poison arrows shooting them everywhere. Then, he pulls out the atomic wrench and boom lays the earth desolate. You know fire purifies, and the soil will become rich then God will grow everything new. That’s why he is going to destroy the earth by fire this time. Oh, and I’ll get a new stone, yeahie I collect stones but only I can see it you won’t be allowed to look at my stone, with a new name and a new body and you’re not gonna know who I am.” He said “nope”. And I said ” ..and you’re not even gonna miss me”, he said “nope, we are going to be too busy enjoying and celebrating Jesus”. And I said “yup, with a huge feast with a big juicy steak and a pile of blue crabs.” And he said, “That’s how I will know it’s you.” Giggle

He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden manna, and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written, which no man knoweth saving he that receiveth it.”

–Revelation 2:17