My friend desperately wants to be told her future, and she's looking to palmistry for answers. My own love line's all broken up, in the way that palm readers tell me means the universe is giving me a big thumbs down in that department. This used to depress me, until that day, that day when I heard His word, and I was scared, and defiant, and resentful. But there is nothing like this inner calm to know that there is a plan, and to know just a tiny bit of it, and to know that it was told to me, not scourged up through reading of cards or dotted sticks or palms.

And now, to be an instrument in His plan is such an honour, such a glorious honour that I only hope I can do His work without messing it up.

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