Like a brick of cheddar cheese, I was made in the solid image of God: destined to be whole; wired to be filled. There was never meant to be any holes...But along the way--like swiss cheese & by my own doing--holes got added to what was meant to be solid. Sometimes, I get discouraged that my life has made me hole-y. Thankfully, I am loved by a God who--when I ask Him to fill the spaces--gloriously descends an extra dose of His substance into my existance. Isn't it sweet that in the instant of a prayer, He will fill the holes life's left behind?! Love that!