God in Heavenletters speaks often of our bright light, and we just don’t see it. We don’t see it in ourselves, and we don’t see it in others. Oh, how we would love to. We are willing and eager. And yet, we don't.
I may have told you once before about the experience of seeing my daughter as bright light, the pure bright light that God says we all are. I want
I was a child, maybe junior high school, could have been elementary school, and I remember thinking what I will tell you. Now I wonder most of all is: Why on Earth do I remember this? Of all the things I could remember and don't, why this?