sat there, near the back of the little chapel hearing the murmurings of His
truth from the pulpit. Good, solid,
Godly words being spoken loud and clear, but they only came through to me as
murmurings. I willed myself to listen, to hear the words of Truth. I begged God for the healing of my shattered
heart. Take this fear away, God! It does
not come from You! My heart pounded inside my chest. My mind swimming. My
lungs gasping for air. My ears filled with cotton....