Daily
Prophetic Words
Born out of fasting and prayer. Not meant as random fortune slips, but as help to align your heart in prayer.
365 words — let one surprise you, or pick on purpose.
Word № 338
My child, when thoughts race, you may bring them to Me. I sort what you cannot sort. My Spirit brings silence into the noise and structure into the mess. You do not need to answer every question today. Hand Me the stack and take only the top sheet, the next step.
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