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I silence and read today- nouwen- I read a story about a monk- I read another about mother theresa

All of them are about quieting and I hear spend time with the lord- in thankful, in grateful and the tears they come..... not for all I am and not for all I am not for all I feel unworthy in such prescense that I bow and sing someone to quiet my lip......and somehow I like that it can quiver because it feels like a rebirth

A rebirth in spirit, Jesus says in matthew 26 and our father is wanting so much for us to pray to him in spirit..... and I open my arms and say call unto me, I am here.........

Amen