And may God amplify and proclaim that voice in the wilderness, honest to God, I sorted through all the excess AT stuff, misc NR, tonight to toss, and there is nothing like you Sister, nothing so viscerally satisfying, so personal, so down on that level where God gets to you, wherever you are. It makes one yearn for holiness, and even to strive for it.
It is ok that dad is in hell. Maybe I will venture to have Jesus fetch him out as I might have in the past. Everyone chooses their outcomes. It does not make a difference whether it is donors or the rich hoarding cash. Each one made the decision long ago.
The world is a place which is like the vapors of a cloud which will disappear for a horizon which never ends in Christ's Light illuminating Jerusalem for the Saints. It is just a passing thing here that will not be remembered beyond the Love which we grow in here.
No tears though as sometimes when we know good parents we think that all parents are the same. Some have other ideas and some when we realize who we have, we just appreciate them all the more.
I saw two fawns this morning crossing a street. Always a good thing even in light, as the Mother was about no doubt and the children were just venturing off in finding her, as she does like the tips of rose bushes in her appreciation of flowers.
Things in life are always darkest before the dawn......sometimes we need to shine the Light of God through us to make the Way clearer as that is what Light is for.
Thank you, thank God for the Good Saints, both old and so old soul in young forms.
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