Beloved,
As I travel among the suffering I always reach into my little golden bag of prayers that you give me and I give them one. They can’t always tell, but I can see that it makes a difference. Thank you for those prayers. The wonderful thing is, they never run out. Isn’t that cool?
Give my love to everyone there.
Love,
God.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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