Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.

I walk in falling flames of leaves leaping to the heavens at my feet. I am like a figure walking in the fiery furnace. How is it I am not consumed? How is it I do not catch fire?

Ah, but I do. And I am. How is it I do not wake up?

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Incendiary, If you get close enough.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve ______________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light