Living a spiritual life can be a moment-by-moment magical experience. One never knows when God’s Spirit will reveal a priceless treasure eyes do not see until the veil of rushing lifts.
An uncurled rose, a baby’s toes, a covey of quail feasting.
Sometimes this magic appears as whispers ears hear while eyes seal with sleep: “You are my precious, and I will lead you in the way everlasting.”
You sense His presence, arise, and in a moment, ambition’s robe slides to the floor; You want nothing more on this earth then to be with Him in heaven. READ THE ENTIRE POST…
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