Don't despair of God's grace, some years ago I was at a Catholic mass, of course it was awful, but I mused to myself exactly what God thought of it.
Immediately I saw a vision, I was actually [as it were] lying in a grave in a graveyard and I was lying under that metal vessel that they stick flowers into and rays of sunlight came through the holes, and it seemed to me that rays were going back out, just one or two.
I know that God reads hearts and desires, one day I was sharing with some lovely Brethren sisters, of course they are strictly forbidden to speak at meeting. But they shared a little miracle which they all claimed happened in all their reading meetings.
At the reading meetings a portion of scripture is chosen then one by one the brethren will share the interpretation, line by line as the Holy Spirit leads, The wimmin sit in silence.
But these sisters shared how that before each brother shared, often, too often to be coincidental, God had already given them the same understanding so that it seemed each brother was merely reading what God had already put into each sister's mind.
This was a cause of no small delight to them.