Sunday, December 2, 2012

Prophetic Grace



A breath fills her body as she relinquishes the tough decisions in eagerness for prophetic Grace.

A blind offering of daily challenges humble her thirst for heavenly love.


She reflects on the lives of saints and their heroic virtues that guided their hands and words.


She whispers to her angelic comrade... "Mary, Mother of God, be a Mother to me now."


Within moments her muscles relax and tensions dissipate like droplets in a pool of water.


She is gently reminded that there can be faith even in the seemingly insignificant moments that she calls her life.


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