Sitting. Like a gentle rain on a cold December day. I feel it…. Washing over me. Surfacing from a place, I didn’t know existed … Fear. Worry. Anxiety.  A list of impurities.  This camel back believer.  Unaware.  Unnecessarily carrying. Leaving.  By the washing of His presence. Though…I did nothing.  No more than enter.  His Secret Place. […]