Quietly, You speak.
We look after loud and powerful things with great
expectations; but quietly, You speak.
A soft wind – where does it come from, where does it go?
A ripple – one drop in a pond – a perfect circle moving in
the stillness.
As if the most precious, wonderful friend is calling from
just ahead around the corner, beckoning me forward: Come! There are magical, delightful things ahead!
And I am always most surprised by the purity of
joy and the playfulness of the Spirit.
Wonder is restored.
I am a child again, only this time I know I am safe. Held. Beloved.
How different it will be to venture forth while in the
embrace of such strong and certain Arms!
Adventure awaits, the call is strong. Wrought with dangers,
perhaps, but these appear differently when you know that forever is –
That quiet voice.
That soft wind.
That perfect circle in the stillness.
That Friend calling you forward into overflowing abundance,
poured into the desires of your heart.
You will make known to me the path of life;
In Your presence is
fullness of joy;
In Your right hand
there are pleasures forever.
-Psalm 16:11
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