God knows the language i will listen to at any given time…………………….the Master Linguist….

i can try to pretend i don’t hear…………..but a bird will light close by and in a shrill voice encourages me to listen………………..the wind whispers to me …………”Come……come”…..

the maze i erect to thwart His call is folly to Him………………as i hide in the thicket a tap on the shoulder……. and a soft voice inquires…………”what’s bothering you ?”……………and i dribble out bits and pieces and we go from there………………….

what i need and what i want are often different……………..the Father knows how to approach the truth………………..in ways that leave me renewed and defenseless.

the Master Liguist……………..