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It sounds like out of the mouth (fingertips) of two or three, that it is a very desperate and difficult time for your faith and comfort zones to be tried.
I can certainly identify with that.
I remember one night driving up to Red Rocks and screaming out at the Lord to either take my life or give me direction. I fought the urge to speak in tongues because I wanted to understand what he was saying to my spirit. If I were God, I probably would have been hit by lightening that night.
...and yet while I still am holding fast to my heritage, I fight seemingly tooth and nail every single day.
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