I’m well into the book Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert and I’m overwhelmed by it. She is telling my story, or rather, I’m hearing echoes of my story in hers. It makes me want to go live in an Ashram in India for a spell. I love the part where she is wrestling with her own mind while she’s trying to meditate (I really battle the voices in my head) and then when she hears a voice come roaring out of somewhere deep inside her that says “YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW STRONG MY LOVE IS!” and then the voices are finally quiet. I believe she heard God right there, right in her gut and she believed. I believe, oh help my unbelief.
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