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My Secret Place

There is a place where the wounded soul goes to hide,
a place that cannot be reached by human caring, though it nods at the effort.
It's a dark, retractable place, without windows and doors;
a place where the soul would be more alone than it has ever known
unless
Someone-
Someone able to walk through walls-was not already there waiting.
- Susan L. Lenzkes
What a powerful thought - the God of Creation waiting for me. I know that He never does leave us but my quiet time has been transformed to a time of sweet fellowship. A time of refreshing and renewal. He does not need to speak - just being in His presence is glorious.

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