From Journal Entry 2/3/20 26 I was deep in a dream when I heard a distinct, rhythmic knock. It wasn't a heavy thud, but that sharp, familiar sound of knuckles hitting a screen door. It was so clear that I sat upright, my heart racing, convinced someone was standing on my porch in the middle of the night. I got up and walked through the quiet house, checking the door, only to realize... there was no one there. It was just the wind. The wind was literally catching the door and creating a perfect, persistent knock. As I stood there in the dark, a strange feeling washed over me. It wasn't fear. It was relief. In the spiritual world, wind is often seen as Pneuma—the breath of spirit, a messenger of change. And if I’m being honest, change is exactly what’s knocking on my door right now. My youngest child is graduating high school. For years, the sounds of my home have been the beautiful chaos of raising children…doors slamming, laughter, footsteps, and con...
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