Beloved.  Many of My Children have been drinking of the waters of Marah.  You have been lost in the midst of bitter waters poured out upon you by the enemy.

From the very moment I heard your prayers and your praise, it was music to my ears and a symphony to my heart.

Walk along the narrow path I lead you. Take time to stop and rest awhile. Remember to kindle a fire, to catch the fire of illumination along the journey.