Sunday, December 2, 2018

Dear God, if I draw near to you, will you speak?

Let me listen closely. Let me lean in, let me shut away the activity outside my rooms and bend my ear to you. You speak so quietly, I so often miss your guidance, hearing instead the rush of crowds and clanging labor.

Let me draw near to your whispering voice, telling me the open secret that all is already well, if only I will heed this truth.

All is well. All is already well.

(Letter #1422)