propelling you up the mountain to face what you have fled from and what you find is that even when all hell breaks loose—rocks breaking wind howling fires blazing
it is but a show— and no match for the still small voice the unutterable all-ness of ever-present Love
and you suddenly see all that loomed is but shadow and no memory
because here, behold the blazing, irrevocable surety of your life and place in the great goodness the all-goodness the inescapable goodness that is God.
—Joni Overton-Jung
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