It’s like someone’s calling out to me, only some of us can hear it.
Paula and I went to see August Rush last night, a beautiful fairy tale about an orphan prodigy boy who has a wonderful gift on music. He knows his parents are out there and he knows that music will lead him to them. You know I feel like that with God-Abba, His music is calling me and only I can hear it. Only some will heart it. Why? because there is something inside telling me to seek Him, not because I am holier, not because I have all the answers, not because I know what to do; but because I want to hear His voice in my ear whispering: “you are loved”
“It is all around us, the only thing you have to do is listen”