And when all memory of me has passed away, still I will know, still I will know, that I always was, and I always will be, a part of God.
And so I feel like the apostles who shooed away the children from Jesus- mistaken, presumptuous, taught another lesson.
When church is real…
Union with God is not a thought for our mind to contain, a feeling for our heart to hold, or a visual for our imagination to conjure.
Enveloped in love I lost fear, letting go of insecurity, God and I became one