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Go within - prompt for November 8

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Published: November 10, 2018
The saints and sages have said it differently, the manner of speaking has changed over time, the core message has stayed remarkably consistent. Go within. Go to the secret place where your true self is, and where God is there with you.

Go within and seek God who is in you, that is, the God who is in your sisters and brothers also. In drawing near to him draw near to them, your sisters and brothers. Seek not to escape but to embrace them and yourself in the love of God who gave himself for them and for you.

Thoughts after Merton. I'm a day behind on the writing prompts. The lower back is getting better, I think, but with fits and starts and backtracking.

Soli deo gloria.
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rdungan1918's avatar
Well said :D Glad you are getting better :D
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pearwood|Hobbyist Photographer
Thanks, Bob.
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davincipoppalag|Hobbyist General Artist
Glad you're gettin better
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:bow:
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