Attack

It is my little wounded soul wanting to lash out with a response. I can feel the difference. I know it is not the path of peace. I have to find a way to respond, and it ends up being a quiet cry for mercy. The Mercy of God is the only answer to a wounded soul. Whether the wounds are mine or someone else's, there is only one thing that works. Mercy. Anything else is a human response. At best it contains or conveys human love. Most likely, it wounds.

Father does not lack for mercy. There is plenty for me. I just ask my infinite Father to go through this with me and grant me access to that infinite supply.

There is no special hell for mocking the church from outside of it. There is only ordinary hell, and the bitterness is just the taste of it. And the Bride certainly does not need to defend herself.

Forgive us for misrepresenting The Bride.