I find myself waiting on God like a familiar spirit or a gut feeling, and he issues through me with a strange power to which I am hesitant to attest. He is like waterfalls in my spinal fluid, or a strange release to the muscles in my forehead or shoulders. Prayer makes me cry if I center it upon his innate character as a trinitarian being. I am no
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