Come my daughter, let’s commune together. I love you.
Dad, as I sit here, I’m trying not to doubt that I’m hearing from you, and I also fear that all I’ll sense from you is silence.
I understand Caroline. I’m near to you and I hear every word you say. I also know the intentions behind them.
My Father, I’m so thankful that you know the root of all I say. Help me better understand your words to me. I love you so very much, and I rest in you as you draw me close in this silence.
My faithful one -all is well with you. You are mine. Come, let’s dine together in this resting place.
My Father, please feed my spirit and prepare my heart for what you want me to say. I would like to start sharing my food with others on those small plates I had thrown down earlier. I know I don’t have a lot to say but I pray that what I do share will still hold a lot of weight -small, meaningful, bite sized pieces to balance the small but meaningful steps I am to take.
I love you my dear one -you can do this; I’m walking right beside you.
Reflection:
The necessary silence I’ve come to know has been difficult, but I know there’s a deep purpose for it and is the only way. As I write and contemplate this, I see the Lord in the middle, filling the crevice as he holds our hands..he is our connection we need in every circumstance we face. I’m beginning to realize that I need to be focusing on my recordings so that I’m able to have one done each week. I keep hearing the sentence chiming in my ears like Christmas bells, “once a week!” and I can’t help but link the two. I’ve tried to stop drinking my coffee every day but anyhoo, I’m enjoying them. Happy Saturday!!!!