My Father in heaven, He stopped me dead in my tracks!
Ah, be still my heart!
Besides no longer feeling alone, or lost or frantic, I immediately felt...convinced.
I was reminded of one of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems that pretty much sums it up:
I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot,
As if the chart were given.
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot,
As if the chart were given.
I hope that the glorious heavens will bless you, too, with the affirmation of the presence of God and bring you peace.
Right on time!
~J
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