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A New Sister of Mine Writes

A new sister of mine, friendship forged by the meeting of hearts, minds and souls, an artist brought to me by another sister, has honored our time this past Rosh Chodesh by writing about it. Please check out this POWERFUL verse written by Melissa! It made me shiver, and I was there!
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  1. A Miraculous MelissAugust 13, 2010 at 8:40 AM

    Eeeeeeee! Gratitude to you Lovely One! (I'm 'stealing' that bowing thing you do in thanks cause it's so beautiful and more awesome than Geee, thanks :)

    Monday night for me represented a wish of my inner~most self, an experience I've always wanted to have, something I've been seeking, praying for, hoping for, doubting would ever happen, feeling sad and mad because it wasn't happening, imagining I couldn't be happy or successful without it, until finally I decided that I could live joyfully if I never experienced it. I realized that I didn't need it because God always provides us with what we need. If it wasn't here, God was saying I didn't need it. But YAY, happy dance, it happened!!!! It feels like the fulfillment of a promise God made to my spirit when I was born.

    Ya know, right now, I am wondering where the three of us will go in the future, the things we will do, create, experience, discover, open in ourselves, share with each other and the world, and how many lives we will touch...the possibilities are infinite and I'm really excited.

    ~magick~
    Melissa

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