listening for truth

Sometimes I wake, and, lo! I have forgot,
And drifted out upon an ebbing sea!
My soul that was at rest now resteth not,
For I am with myself and not with thee;
Truth seems a blind moon in a glaring morn,
Where nothing is but sick-heart vanity:
Oh, thou who knowest! save thy child forlorn.

                                                                    ~George MacDonald~ A Book of Strife from the Diary of an Old Soul

Running to climb up into my Father's arms and listen to Truth whispered in my ear today..... longing to speak to myself and others only what I hear my Father say.

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[Katy Dellicarpini]

needed to hear those words. miss you!
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Katy.....
Miss you too...when are you coming home?

Love,Mom