THAT BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IS MY BABY
Today I saw the hand of God working. There she sat on the sofa with a broken heart, a soft spirit and tears in her eyes she had a few mountains to move. The priest of this house laid hands on her and prayed for deliverance of old hurts, pains and brokenness that lay on her shoulders. She sobbed and let go and let God take them. There was a bounce in her step a lightness in her voice and a lilt in the way she tilted her head as she walked away toward home to begin anew. As she entered and I saw a... Sign in to see full entry.