My soul loves the steady pulse of God’s palm on her shoulder, reassuring the small girl within herthat he is near
but sometimes she grows frightened when his hand lifts,
and the wind whispers in her ears, scattering bits of sand around her eyelashes
through which she can see if she looks
his lifted hand pointing, his warm voice glowing “Come on sweetheart, lets go,
this way”
Ahh… this perfectly describes our tender relationship with our heavenly Father! Thank you! ❤
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Thanks so much for ur encouragement …this was given to me during a quiet time … and yes… His love….
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