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Follow my visions to a fountain, set amongst leaving a marriage while trying to hear God's plan. I think you'll be thankful for the journey.
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[b]AS I WRITE[/b], my loft apartment shifts to night enveloping me in darkness, except for my monitor. Writing, foregoing dinner, to capture what ha..
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AFTER MY FATHER DIED, my mother moved us into my first step-father’s house. My bedroom was creepy, with two doors in the middle of the house. On..
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I RESISTED, but latched onto another boy. I eventually married him nine years later. While seeking God I was told I was a freak. Sadly, I put God on a..
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I HAD BEGUN going to church in 2004 and was increasing my faith though bible studies. When The Angel vision came to me, it was without a doubt beyond ..
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TWO YEARS IN, my marriage had accumulated baggage beyond repair and one day I dumped it all out; "it was strewn all over the house and I said, “..
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GOING TO CHURCH, I began to exude love—the kind of love that cannot be hidden. My eyes had a glow, my face was flush—a friend noticed, &ld..
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AFTER WORK ONE DAY, I was drawn to the window to check my herbs. Touching the dirt to check for needed moisture, and fondling the leaves for a scent. ..
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AS I SAT BY THE FOUNTAIN, my thoughts immediate went to my vision of the elephant fountain. I had been rushing by this fountain every morning, and I&r..
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I HEADED TOWARD THE YOGA PLACE for once last peak—I’d lost track of time by now. I wondered if the class consisted of more than just two&m..
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