When we
worry our dreams are scattered to the far corners of hope. When we worry we suffer because God is left
out of the equation. More than a pastime,
it is a debilitating habit; it is the nail through the hand that would
construct a miracle. It is the weighted
breast that breathes little or not at all the breath of God.
Why make
God work so hard? Do not suffer worry;
rather fill life with the light of worthiness and the song of deserving. You came here not of your own accord, to this
earth. You came here with and as
God. Start behaving as such. Live who truly you are, and who truly you are
shall begin to live and so shall you be prospered beyond your wildest dreams.
Divine
Mother
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