Father Paisie's childhood
It was an autumn full of rich and fresh fruit. A leaf here and there announced the unveiling of the trees to come. I was wondering why the apple trees blossomed a second time? Why don't the flowers wither and come out in front of us, a source of joy and beauty? Why do the springs whisper as if in the middle of summer? I blamed my grandmother, who was preparing to enter heavenly heaven, and who lived and cultivated earthly heaven on earth, bringing glory to the Lord for all, in order to gain the afterlife, where there is no pain, no sorrow, no sigh. .
Before leaving, Grandma wrapped her arms around us and told us a dream:
"My dears," she said, "I dreamed of the Mother of God entering my house, here, in the room with the icons in our iconostasis, for I always wanted to have an iconostasis like in a church, and I kept gathering icons to which I worshiped." of you...
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