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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

No one's words can replace the authority of my heart. This mouth opens and spiders crawl out. Tangled in the webs of thought, God so kindly hands me the scissors.

And we cut the cord, float away from the shore, until we are so far gone, there is no land to bind to.

God is real. It is so clear now. 

The smokescreen of awareness is the most enticing of the distractions used to keep us from surrendering to Him. 

I know this sounds nuts, and I am as baffled as anyone could be that these words leave my mouth, but I cannot tell you how clear it is. Crystal.