A prayer for all whose lives changed so drastically this week; let it be Love that guides their way on.
Here, in this green wet spring that is tiptoeing into summer, a much quieter change is working through, a revelation, if you will.
I read my last post and am struck by the prophecy of it. Really, when I wrote it, I didn't know. And then I read the ones before that, and I think, Oh. Let he who has ears, hear.
I have been walking in the early mornings, sitting with my notebook at the stone table, making a quiet place to hear God's voice. Am I finally listening?
These questions, these always questions that have been squirming, pushing, twisting, these questions bloom into an answer. Let he who has ears, hear.