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I must have been swimming up to consciousness.

I’d been visiting with a couple who were having many difficulties. As I left, I began praying for them, my theology a bit wobbly.

“Please bless them God, because I really like them and … I think they’re real.”

Moments later I woke up.

 

 

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Published by Lorrie Spinney

"What is Real?" asks the Velveteen Rabbit, and the Skin Horse answers that it's what happens when a child loves you. I am real, because I've been loved by two girls. But they're grown now, and I'm not yet as real as God means me to be. So, with my pastor husband, in our tiny wilderness town of northern B.C., I am learning to let Love make me Real.

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