Overwhelmed by a moment of grief, Mom’s memories consume my spirit. Mom’s wisdom and guidance were necessary for me to navigate these mysterious paths. But her absence left me feeling vulnerable, devastated with despair, and lost.
My eyes fixed on the arch. Time froze, and the moment felt profound. It made me wonder if my mother had ever experienced a similar sensation or encountered a celestial entity clothed in glorious white attire.
Her chilling reminder remained with me, and I couldn’t forget her words:
“Evil demons often enter a passageway intending to provoke trouble for saints blessed with God’s supernatural strength.”
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