Morning blinding flash of the obvious: As long as I give my attack mind fantasies free rein to call my tormentors by name, I stay my self in self. Keeping me no better than the worst of my mental tormentors.
This, too, I need to love.
For my very attack calls to my Father. and as One we call her blessed on my lips, in my head, in my heart, and in my gut so my Soul is freed of me...we call him blessed on my lips, in my head, in my heart, and in my gut so my Soul is freed of me... we call them blessed on my lips, in my head, in my heart, and in my gut so my Soul is freed of me.
Ah, and then I read today's "God Calling," and I knew joy: I see the loving, striving, not the defects. I see the conquest of your particular battle. I count it victory, a glad victory, and the angels rejoice *** My children, count the days of conquest as very blessed days.
Thank you.
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