We all live hear


This is just an amusing mis-spelling on the part of Loria, my oldest granddaughter, but I promised to share insights and "God-winks" on this blog.

How important to our living is having our spiritual ears always open?

We all live when we hear.

We all live in accordance with the things that we hear.

We all live hear.

Blessings,

Becky

 

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