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Every event is like a whisper from the Lord. I used to think He wasn't speaking, then I realized I was only just so bored and distracted... I couldn't listen. And now I am out there, holding my ear up to sea shells to see if He'll whisper. Then He tells me He is more than a voice. More than my dreams. More than my blessings... Much more than He seems. And I continue to go on fascinated by His beautiful mystery. What better way to begin a morning, than to be infinitely loved by Thee.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
Early Morning Sonatas
Every event is like a whisper from the Lord. I used to think He wasn't speaking, then I realized I was only just so bored and distracted... I couldn't listen. And now I am out there, holding my ear up to sea shells to see if He'll whisper. Then He tells me He is more than a voice. More than my dreams. More than my blessings... Much more than He seems. And I continue to go on fascinated by His beautiful mystery. What better way to begin a morning, than to be infinitely loved by Thee.
jennifer-weiss
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
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