When I prayed “God help my unbelief’ I was not even sure what to expect at that point except hoping for a cloud to fall from the heavens, drop in my lap and father, son and holy ghost stepping out to sit next to me. That, to me, would have been more dramatic and earth shattering than waiting for NDE to show up armed and aimed to terrify me especially if I hadn’t done my penance prescribed as act of contrition.
The cloud has not yet come down and maybe with good reason- to steer me clear of the need of NDE to rattle those unbelieving cells. Instead, the fog continues to lift off and take flight back from whence it came with its trailer load of scarecrows that kept wanting to make me change my heart’s desire to journeying on the steep, rugged, narrow, winding grooves and gorges to arrive at the stream of living water, fresh from the source.
Divine Intelligence always knows what to do when those prayers land in heaven’s in box. Heaven’s mailroom must be really, really big and awfully buzzing and it’s not yet even Christmas!
The cloud has not yet come down and maybe with good reason- to steer me clear of the need of NDE to rattle those unbelieving cells. Instead, the fog continues to lift off and take flight back from whence it came with its trailer load of scarecrows that kept wanting to make me change my heart’s desire to journeying on the steep, rugged, narrow, winding grooves and gorges to arrive at the stream of living water, fresh from the source.
Divine Intelligence always knows what to do when those prayers land in heaven’s in box. Heaven’s mailroom must be really, really big and awfully buzzing and it’s not yet even Christmas!
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