Tell my children about My hiddenness in all things, as I surround them with My love. How I hide My mystery in people and places, whom I’ve shown you along your way. You and I have so many stories. Recall them. Have the details at hand. Make them flow easily off your pen and your tongue. Find just the right stories. Let me help you understand them and how they might heal another’s heart or cause their demons to flee. Tell them. How else might they come to know about Me? About how I long for them?
This is so beautiful and so well written. Thank you!
Lovely, as always. Thank you for posting.