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​​​Two Doors Part 2

SPIRIT.

   I am standing at the door of my pastor's house,my hand on the door knob, my heart pounding tripple beat.  I close my eyes, inhale and hold my breath for a ten count.

   I exhale slowly and feel a peace and calm come over me like a thick blanket on a winter's day.  I turn the knob and enter.  

I feel the weight in the room, the atmosphere heavy with the presence of the Holy Spirit.  The  brown oak floor has a wood smell that seeps into my nostrils and spreads through my lungs.   My head swims from the smell as I walk across the floor to the  brown leather couch and fall into it. 

     Pictures of the two orphanages in South Africa draw my attention as I scan the room.

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