Who will open the doors?

I think that fear is from the old way that says everything depends on me getting it right.

I was just walking from my car to my apartment and a new neighbor I’ve never seen before was dressed in a burqa. She was carrying her young son who started waving at me. We both smiled at each other and it was like Holy Spirit was saying, “I’ll open doors. Don’t worry.”

An exciting adventure I am on!



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