Healing Memories and the Comfort of the Holy Spirit
May 3rd, 2026 This morning was one of those rare mornings. No agenda. No interruptions. No structure to follow or boxes to tick. Just prayer and worship — pure, unscripted, unhurried. Just me and the Holy Spirit in the quiet of the morning. And in that quiet, he took me somewhere I had not visited in a long time. He took me back to June 3rd, 1996. Standing Outside a Closed Door I was twelve…










