It was a direction that came during my evening contemplative prayer. The time of prayer in my day that I had been dedicating to “working” on an unresolved anguish. Listen, he said. The directive did not come from the God, the Father, as is most usual for me. Instead, it came from his son, Jesus. I […]Image may be NSFW.
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