A quiet whisper on a very loud Internet. Can you hear me?
Friday, May 4, 2018
She said a prayer but didn't mean it. She was the brightest star in the sky. There was no other. She was her own god. She breathed life and spoke death. She was self-realized. She knew all. Except one thing. What she did not know was that He heard her. He'd always heard her. And He answered the prayer that she did not mean and gave her knowledge that she did not have. He spoke to her because He loved her.