story of a child
Story of a Child of God
When you are a strong reed growing by the river of life, why do you think you are a dandelion puff blown by the wind, blown into little pieces, as if you no longer are whole? Of course, dandelions do as dandelions do, and there is greatness in their being blown about. Dandelions are much more than you think, just as you are much more than you think.
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I "recognized" Heavenletters by the feeling they gave me. I felt I was HOME. To me, reading Heavenletters means being right in God's loving arms, being in the Heaven within, just BEING. I mean just BEING love and wanting to share it.
Berit Delani, Italy