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  1. 5 days ago · After imprisonment and torture, Felicity was also condemned to die at the games. Only a few days before her execution, Felicity gave birth to a daughter, who was secretly taken away to be cared for by some of the Faithful.

  2. 3 days ago · Perpetua and Felicity; they are early saints mentioned in Eucharistic Prayer I (the Roman Canon). But most don’t know much more than that, which is a pity. The two have a dramatic story — which St. Perpetua recorded herself in the days before her death. She also recorded the visions she received during that time.

  3. 3 days ago · Less than a century ago, St. Faustina Kowalska recorded her vision of heaven in her Diary entry for Nov. 27, 1936: Today I was in heaven, in spirit, and I saw its unconceivable beauties and the happiness that awaits us after death. I saw how all creatures give ceaseless praise and glory to God.

  4. 5 days ago · The Promise of Heaven. Afterlife. Every Christian can rest in the great promise that one day, God will welcome His people into their eternal reward of heaven. We don’t know exactly what heaven will be like, but the Bible does share some wonderful images that inspire and and encourage us to continue to be faithful in our daily walk with Him. 00:00.

  5. 5 days ago · An analysis of the To The Nightingale poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch including schema, poetic form, metre, stanzas and plenty more comprehensive statistics.

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  6. 3 days ago · GOD’S LOVE IS A HAVEN IN THE STORMS OF LIFE – Helen Steiner Rice. by Syb Brodie. God’s love is like an island. in life’s ocean, vast and wide, A peaceful, quiet shelter from the restless, rising tide. God’s love is like a fortress, and we seek protection there. When the waves of tribulation.

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  8. 5 days ago · Heaven'haven A nun takes the veil I have desired to go Where springs not fail, To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail And a few lilies blow. And I have asked to be Where no storms come, Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea .