Innerdialects : because there are syllables inside that only we host; memoirs that frame today for tomorrow, mid other dialects.
Here one meets the One Who made Words. Here Word becomes Flesh. Truth. It talks to my Reality. Talking to my Creator changes how I perceive my 24×7. It teaches me about the act of prayer. Of spending time with God alone.
Praying is more than a few moments of asking Him to fix my life. It is two way. A Breathing. I offer my words, and Receive His.
So we pause between words. Here Worlds collide, re- assemble. Here everything changes, or I change, even while being made more sure of why we’re all here in the first place. This brings us to the Secret Place of the Most High. (Psalm 91). Here, I peer thru a glass darkly;
if you’re here, thank you. I pray you find the One Who speaks True Love.
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“For God so loved the world, He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but gave eternal life.” John 3:16.
