Mental Prayer During Adoration
The water is sliding onto the shore leaving a trail of go,den foam in
its wake. In its musical motion the water ebbs and flows by the sea. I
walk into the water. I feel the cool liquid clean my feet before I
climb into the boat. The boat is made from rough wood. I almost slip
and fall back in the water, but my guardian angel, a being of light
forever with me, serves me and catches me. I am lifted up and my feet
are securely placed on the deck. We begin to move. The boat glides
through the water to the golden sunset in the west. The sun is bright,
almost blinding, but I can see Him in the distance waiting for me.
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