Sometimes, all it takes is for us to cry out to the Father. He listens and responds. … But do we listen for His “still small voice?”
Do we stop our griping long enough to listen to His response?
It is there, you know. It’s in the sudden bird song singing over our tears, or the honking truck horn sounding through the silence, or the acorn dropping onto the roof…
He IS there. Will you listen?
The Dragonfly’s Student