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I see a vision of a book. I see that God Himself turns the page. Before me there is a blank, clean page. I see a bride sitting over this book, crying with her head in her hands. It is a deep cry of desperation, fear, despondency, with a flickering of hopelessness. She is tired, she is weary. Her cry is filled with deep emotions that rise from the dark and shadowy places.
Is there no comfort for me, is there no change, no victory? She finds herself in a place of defeat. Will I stay here, stuck in the entanglement of my own thoughts, my own fears, my feelings? she wondered, she struggled…
