Pouring fresh oil and Abiding Faithfully
I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: The Destiny Design of Life:
(Praying for Penn) Pondering life – and how suddenly the door swings open and a new life moves from one spiritual realm to ours. Carrying…
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≻: Be blessed…
“Be blessed in God’s time of restoration, ( this now time of the nation being re-dedicated to the Father), taking the old and precious generational…
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≻: Major Reset
I have prayed for our family blood lines and our DNA for years. Breaking curses, calling cells to life, removing trauma. Waring for the husband…
Fresh Oil 