The thing about lies is, that often we actually fully believe them ourselves. So it was for me. I was completely convinced that the reason my house was in this mess was because I didn’t have enough time…
Two parents, a home that was secure, food on the table and logs for the fire.
A lifestyle that has largely been confined to the history books as technology and society have both advanced and regressed respectively.
They both hated this. Always the struggle. Always the screaming, tears and arguments. The panic, the (apparent) pain, and the feeling afterwards that perhaps, if only… things might have been different.
My new “student” had only been a believer for a matter of a couple of weeks and was very nervous. I showed her how to lay hands on the knee and just tell it to be healed. She reached forward and placed her hand on her friend’s knee.