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God began speaking directly to me.
At first, they were simple journal entries.
Short thoughts.
Reflections.
Just trying to be still long enough to hear anything.
But then one day, the writing changed.
The words came faster than I could process.
Revelation poured out like dictation.
It felt as if Someone else was writing.
Not me.
I would pick up a pen and the messages came — clearly, purposefully, with authority and love.
I knew it was God.
God began speaking directly to me.
At first, they were simple journal entries.
Short thoughts.
Reflections.
Just trying to be still long enough to hear anything.
But then one day, the writing changed.
The words came faster than I could process.
Revelation poured out like dictation.
It felt as if Someone else was writing.
Not me.
I would pick up a pen and the messages came — clearly, purposefully, with authority and love.
I knew it was God.
One message led to another.
What started as a few pages soon became over 200 messages — handwritten, sometimes in tears, sometimes in awe, sometimes unable to stop writing because the presence of God was overwhelming.
These messages became the foundation of the book Faith Without Religion — not written from theology, but from the voice of God Himself.
They revealed truths I had never heard taught in church, especially about the race that every believer enters after salvation.
One message led to another.
What started as a few pages soon became over 200 messages — handwritten, sometimes in tears, sometimes in awe, sometimes unable to stop writing because the presence of God was overwhelming.
These messages became the foundation of the book Faith Without Religion — not written from theology, but from the voice of God Himself.
They revealed truths I had never heard taught in church, especially about the race that every believer enters after salvation.