My mother gave me this book Jesus Calling after my father died. I read it every day and each reading seems to be tailored perfectly to that particular day.
I am convinced that the book comes empty and it fills in differently for each person. To prove it, I’d peek at tomorrow’s reading but I might create a glitch in the matrix or alter how the future is supposed to be. I can’t have my hubby peek either because it might create some sort of black hole.
I know, I’m weird.