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.
And here I am resting awhile, letting the answer sink in deeper than bone, feeling the truth of it slowly fill in the nooks and crannies, the cracks and crevices wending its way like living water.Blessed be.