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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia 
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I looked for the hole I was told that it would be here... I'm certain this is the right spot... I couldn't see a hole. I looked for the hole again Yes, this is the right spot... I kicked up some grass with my boot heel... I couldn't find a hole. I looked for the hole... It's easier to find the spot now... I got down on my knees... Parted the grass... Pulled some of it up by the roots... I don't see a hole. I looked for the hole again today... On my hands and knees... Some of the veil that blocked my vision has been removed... But, I still do not see a hole. I beat my fist upon the earth... I covered myself with dirt... I am so disheartened... I couldn't find the hole. I didn't look for the hole today I have given up... I surrender... If I am to find it... It will be shown to me... I went walking today... And without even thinking about it... I stumbled upon the hole ! By Grace...I've found it ! It was right where they said it would be ! |
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BROTHER JOHN Member
since 2006-04-06
Posts 386 |
Uriah, Thanks for making me think. The Quakers speak of "openings." If I understand their thinking, the opening is within us. The work to discover this opening is to clear away the "trash" and there it is. Thanks! |
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