Have A Conversation With God

About twenty years ago, my mother gave me a copy of Conversations With God. I secretly said, “pfffftt,” and shelved it. It sat there, gleaming white and pristine, beckoning me—nay, taunting me, daring me to read it.
When I finally acquiesced, it literally changed my life. As you can see, I have quite a collection of works by Neale Donald Walsch, more than twenty in fact. I have read them all—some several, several times! My original copy of Book 1 is now care worn, highlighted and annotated in different pens, pencils and scripts. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
These books began, for me, a long period of self reflection and healing what was broken inside. They are still relevant. They are still powerful. They still move me to tears. I feel very blessed and so thankful for my mother who slipped a book into my hands hoping I would find something of myself that was lost. I did, and a whole lot more...
Highly recommend. Start with Book 1, go slow, take it in and feel the aaahhhh wash over you!!

 

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