A postcard from God

Beloved, As I travel among the suffering I always reach into my little golden bag of prayers that you give me and I give them one. They can't always tell, but I can see that it makes a difference. Thank you for those prayers. The wonderful thing is, they never run out. Isn't that cool?

Give my love to everyone there.

Love, God.

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net

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