Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
The sun spills up over the rim of the world and pours out between the trees, floods the hillside and soon the bottom land.
Colors warm and ripen, light pools in open places, and your eyes awaken.
See? It's that easy.
Open your hands.
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All will be given, increasing through the day, with patches of abundance and generosity. Fifty percent chance of receptiveness.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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