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I was raised Christian (Pentecostal). One Sunday, when I was about 15 years old (in the year 1994 or 1995), I was in church with my mother, ...

Friday, July 3, 2020

Tweets - July 3rd

The messengers have been flying nearly every night since the end of March. There was one night I recall that I didn't see them - a storm was approaching, and I didn't spend much time outside that evening. But every other night they made themselves noticeable over the town.

There have been very subtle changes in my flesh, and if I didn't see and feel the details of my body everyday, I wouldn't notice. It's like the sum of many small parts.

Very subtle changes, such as the softening of my skin (which I had considered) and the softening of the soles of my feet (which I had not considered).

There is one change that has been subtle but noticeable in the mirror - and I have been taking pictures since before the changes began (because God is God, and the visible mercy of God is the foundation of my faith - so this change would have been the only possible outcome, and it only made sense to me to start taking pictures before the changes began).

I am wowed by the changes (I walked out of the bathroom yesterday with an uncontrollable closed-lip smile), but the reasons for my joy would not be shared and would go unnoticed. So I'll likely post at a time I am more fully astonished.

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