I see the vessel containing, what appears to me, to be the last drops of faith-oil. My life circumstances feel like a drought with no end in sight. Without a trace of a rain cloud, the lack of opportunity threatens to last beyond what I feel sure I will be able to endure.
...or are you? At the core of my being (in the deeper heart) what is it that causes me to shake? What (if I were to look honestly) would be the fear which would send shivers down my spine and the hair on the back of my neck stand up? It's the thing which causes … Continue reading Self, you’re not really going to admit you’re afraid?