This morning while in the gym walking from the weights to the treadmill, my inner voice called as clear and crisp words I hear only once every 9 months to a year. "You gotta call Mary." It comes to me almost as if I were running an annoying errand and reminding myself not to forget the most important. I paused before I reached said treadmill, smiled to myself, gently clutched my heart and whispered out loud, "She's no longer here." It's been 3 and a half years since Mary's passing. And every year around this time, between Christmas and my birthday, thoughts of My Beloved are magnified by a quantum. I thought of Mary as we drove through the jungles of Bali, today. As we went from temple to temple to temple, praying and smiling, crying joyfully, dodging raindrops between down pours, I thought of Mary, my beloved grandmother. So when we entered the walls of a temple filled with all local worshipers to pray alongside them and was guided in prayer by this woman who introduced herself as, "Grandmother" and then embraced me, stayed close to me, talked to me...I was overtaken. There she was, "Grandmother". Right in front of me. As we end Day 2 of our Prayer Pilgrimage, I've learned a lot. A whole lot. But 2 Divine reminders in this experience stand out for me: 1. God speaks to all of us. The question is do we seek His wisdom and will we choose to listen? 2. The people you love dearly who may no longer be near or with you never leave. Their presence, if you tap in, can always be felt. My heart and spirit are full. Whew! #BaliisaBlessing Thank you @swaady_martin for capturing these moments.🙏🏽