
By Dana Kennedy In a holy whisper, compassionate eyes searching my soul, He hands me a gift. “I love you, my child. As the cross is a symbol of my love, so is this gift. It’s not what you desire, but it will bring you more than you ever asked or imagined. Remember, all my gifts are good.” Tears course off His face as He leans down to kiss my forehead. As I carefully open the gift avoiding the thorns twisted into a bow, the blood red paper drops to the ground. I lift off the lid and peer into the tiny box. Before my mind can comprehend that it is empty, I am brought to my knees. Pain, fatigue, and weakness crash through my body pulling me under. Instantaneously, I am stricken with illness. “Oh, God! What have you given … [Read more...]



