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The kindess of God:

He creates a galaxy

Which fits in a child's hand.

The Dandy Lion!

My heart breaks in a whole new way. 

Your heart, Aunt Susan, is whole again.

I ask, Oh God, for Your grace and mercy,

for the binding of my broken heart. 

The gradual silence, I now hear loudly,

from the long, slow, goodbye.

The mourning,

a long-time companion, 

may I finally let go?

The many things that used to be,

I hold now in my memory.

Her mind went first, 

now the spirit's gone

with the soul along.

We heard the sound of spiritual thunder. We didn’t know it at the time.

It was a sound I’d never heard before, the other two women didn’t recognize it either but we all heard it. It stopped our conversation, turned our attention, and caused us to peer out the window. One asked aloud the question, “What was that?” In the moment none of us had an answer. A flippant answer flashed through my mind like an inappropriate joke. Thankfully Wisdom’s been teaching me to keep my mouth shut.

We then returned to the reason for my visit, which was prayer.

I miss you. 

The innocence bubble popped when my dad died. He was never coming home again. I was eleven years old. Then a new, different normal began. 

I remember realizing when in college, I had lived half my life with my father on earth and half with him in heaven. Correspondence with my grandmother gave me insight into my dad. She couldn't get him to do a thing. It wasn't until LOVE came to him, in the form of my mother, did she see him DO the things she could never motivate him to do. LOVE is a force. GOD IS LOVE.

Thinking with a clear mind, set free from the dark demons of depression, this is a strange experience indeed. I asked the LORD the day before to use the dynamite power of Jesus Christ's Name to blast away all the ruts my mind used, those thoughts which perpetually were making up defenses and excuses to explain myself. The accusations would come in familiar-sounding voices and yet completely disconnected from the person. What a ventriloquist the enemy puppets? I've allowed his residence for so long, no more.

A jungle of sounds, words, cacophony, clamors of disses and misses, lack, suck, abuse, cons, trickery, and lies. Relentless ridicule, bullying, disguising, vanity, vacuous vitriol, verminous venom, vying viciously for your victory. Regardless of your identity, irrespective of your humanity. Careless. Void. Wicked.

Manifesting through people, succumbed. Demonic disguise deceived, now displayed?

In Ashley’s Harvest Moon Café on a Wednesday morn, it happens to be St. Patrick’s Day, 2021. Drip coffee, refillable for free, and a coconut chocolate chip muffin warmed just right, starts my time of labor here instead of at home. I don’t thrive being alone.

I observe. People watching, one of my favorite pastimes, has desperately been denied. A plethora of people right before my eyes!

There’s a man with a cap that speaks of a sailor past; his silver crown hides his story. In the soft chair he reads for a few hours and leaves; I’ve not seen a soul speak with him.

During my quiet time this morning, the Lord led me to read 1 Corinthians 13. This is the "love" chapter.

God's already convicted me of my loveless, clanging-cymbal sounds and my childish thinking, and especially the "thinketh no evil" section in verse 5. Today He, and when I say "He" I mean Holy Spirit, who is GOD and is my teacher because I am God's Daughter and I learn. Setting the record strait, I am. The depth of Scripture is never ending and revelations are forever findable when you look INTO the WORD of God.

Unique

Uni - que

Uni - queue

One line

Be uniquely you

Get out of everyone else's queue and be you.

There is only one YOU!

You are loved and needed.

Psalm 139, 2 Thessalonians 2:15-17