Miracles & Slavery

I’m sat writing, it is still the early hours of the day. The cappuccino that I have just consumed has left a rather pungent taste on my tongue and the stillness in the room is tangible.

Walking along the pathway to my current destination I glanced at the night sky, trillions of stars studded the tapestry of heaven with various formations, I could see them, but could not distinguish them. . .it is a miracle how they stay anchored to their location, but it is not this miracle that I want to share with you.


I want to show you my miracle, I also want to show you a glimpse of the one behind the miracle, I want to share with you one occasion of many, where God the creator, heard my prayer and answered.

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