Read
an excerpt here... from Chapter 1, Noah the
Dove...
"I
come from heaven above, I am here to meet with
you, I have been waiting for this moment," he
said to me, quietly perched on the end of my
index finger.
Suddenly
I felt a rush, not wind but something more
internal, the questions from the family drifted
away and I could only hear the dove as he spoke
directly to me, looking directly at me.
"I
am here to tell you to follow your heart, follow
your path, my child. I am here for you, it is
your calling. You know it in your heart, you
know the right thing to do."
"What's
he saying? What's his name?" the questions from
the children still kept coming but I could not
take my eyes off the dove.
"You
have come up against adversity and negativity,"
he said.
At
that moment I remembered the unsupportive and
hurtful comments I experienced. Tears poured
from my eyes, not painful tears but tears of
understanding.
"You
have been getting away from this lately haven't
you?" The dove asked.
"Well
yes, I have," I answered telepathically. I
realized the recent events of my life were
unfolding like a mini movie in my mind. I saw
myself from a strange perspective, almost like I
was watching the past happen again. I sensed my
own fears and doubts surfacing, I felt the sting
of pain as my friends made rude comments about
my communicating skills.
"My
child, have you ever been touched by the Hand of
God?" the little white dove asked. I could feel
the warmth of his feet flowing down my hand into
my arm; it felt soothing, peaceful and
comforting.
"Well,
I don't think so, I think I would remember
that," I stammered back, not quite knowing how
to answer that question.
"Consider
yourself touched by His hand." He said, "You are
a child of God, you know in your heart that you
must continue your work. Fear not, my child, it
is your purpose in this lifetime."
I
stood in total awe for what seemed like an
eternity. The children were anxiously awaiting
the dove's answers but I couldn't speak, I
didn't know how to tell them his messages were
meant for me.
Copyright Karen
Anderson
2007
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