Heaven will ask things of you at some point, perhaps small things at first. You must be ready. - Marshall Vian Summers

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Music saved my life a few times because I could play the stuff rednecks loved. They thought I was great and they wondered why I didn't do that all the time.

Marshall Vian Summers

Heaven will ask things of you at some point, perhaps small things at first. You must be ready.

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Your giving and searching for ways to give is Love in action. This is the evidence of Spirit at work.

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You become great aligning yourself to what is great. The reverse is also true.

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You must learn to live with the big questions and wait for the next steps to arise. Only with this patience and perseverance, can Heaven really trust you and rely upon you in the world. Oh my, I have had to wait for so many things!

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May Knowledge reshape your lives so that your greater destiny may come into view

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We are here for the world, not for our comfort only.

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Music saved my life a few times because I could play the stuff rednecks loved. They thought I was great and they wondered why I didn't do that all the time.

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