I wondered why I had not felt it. The sensing I sometimes feel. This gift that sometimes does not feel like such a gift. Waking in darkness with only a heaviness to pray. At times a name given and at others not. I am learning to rather not know the details. For when I do my heart usually breaks and feels deeply for the friend. So deeply it grieves me almost. Emotionally I become weary.
A few months had past and there was silence where this gift usually resided. But God seemed to be bringing me through a time of transition. A time also of healing and learning to forgive. Of sowing mercy and grace deep into my spirit.
Yet now it returns. A Sunday morning. I glance across the room.
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