Gold Dust

About 40 years ago I was visiting my parents to help out while one of them was in the hospital. It was not terribly long after I’d asked Jesus to be my Lord instead of simply my Savior – as an adult; I’d done that as a child but then turned my back on it. I was filled with the Holy Spirit and such joy as I’d never known. Either as I went to sleep or as I woke up, in my mind’s eye I saw myself rise up out of the bed and very fine gold dust was sprinkled all over me. Continue reading

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