I have been on an incredible emotional journey over the last couple hours or so. Right in the midst of my praise and worship over the birthmark, The Holy Spirit caused me to reminisce, while at the same time Jesus was speaking in my ear.
Years ago, when I lived in ###, right before returning to ###, for what would be revealed as, not simply a homecoming, but the assignment (of a lifetime), I would visit the "Stations of The Cross Garden" at a Catholic church, near where I lived. The Garden was beautiful and very serene, and I usually visited on weekends. Yet, it never seemed to fail that, no matter how often I visited, every time I got to station nine, I would break down weeping; sometimes almost uncontrollably. As The Holy Spirit was...