June 21, 2006

• Yesterday, I spent the day praying for several situations that are very
  troubling for me right now. For no discernable reason, in the late
  afternoon, I suddenly began to feel like I had been attached to a hot
  air balloon and was being lifted up.  I rose into a place of peace
  and hope, a place of eternal joy.  It was an incredible sensation
  of happiness, yet more than happiness too.

  It reminded me of an event that happened many years ago when we lived
  in the mountains in Colorado.  I was driving one day under heavy
  clouds, both physical and emotional.  As I slowly climbed up
  Dallas Divide, I entered into those clouds and was surrounded with a
  thick dark fog.  Slowly the fog began to lighten and become
  brighter. It grew brighter and brighter until it was almost impossible
  to drive because of the shining glare.  Then suddenly I drove
  through the top of the clouds, and I found myself in a fairy land of
  mountain peak islands in a sea of glowing clouds. It was so beautiful
  with the deep blue sky, the shimmering clouds and the snow-capped
  mountains, it brought tears to my eyes. I had to pull over and stop to
  memorize the incredible beauty of that magical moment. 

  So yesterday felt the same. Nothing is changed, yet nothing is the same
  either. I have felt the heartbeat of God and he tells me that all is
  well.

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