June 29th, 2022
I have a Friend.
A very special friend.
No one can see this friend. Actually, I can’t either, but I know she is there. I don’t know she is there all the time, but I can feel her presence when she is there. She’s not a ghost. She’s me…but a better me than me.
There is love all around her. She swims in love. She knows me – the deepest and darkest to the best of the best. Well, I might be putting words into her mouth. Maybe she doesn’t know me or care. She only is there when Grace moves through. I feel her there.
When she is there I don’t feel alone. As much as I love being by myself, I now have a new part of me to share this with. As I reflect and investigate my spiritual experiences, there is a share-er of this. I’ve probably always have had this, but it seems real now.
If I were to put a name to this inner feeling it would be Grace. A lofty name for sure. Grace moves through me. Grace lives through me. I am Grace. Grace and I are one.
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