The winds of loss shriek with deafening cries until the air is thick with pain. You think you can’t hear me. Listen to my gentle voice.

Choose the path of your thoughts. Focus on my voice, not the pain.

I whisper words of hope, of confidence, of life in midst of the storm. Pain can confuse you and lure you away from me. But you can learn to hear my voice.

The winds howl outside of you. My voice whispers inside–to your mind, to your spirit.

Focus on me, not those external angry cries. My words are of love and purpose and kindness and mercy.

I love you, dear one. In the storm, I love you. In the shrieks of pain, I still love you.

Listen for my voice. Come to me.

Anyone who listens to my teaching and follows it is wise, like a person who builds a house on solid rock

Matthew 7:24 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.

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