while hearts yearn
wanting without knowing
the season of waiting
My spirit, jealous for silence
turns to the Lord
asking for words
from His heart alone
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I, even I, had to go away to a quiet place, to be restored, to talk with My Father, to drink in life.
The world can twist and crush you with its needs and demands and yes, temptations. Come away to find Me.
When you step inside, the expanse is vast, the air is rich. It is here you will find all you truly need.
Praying you find that sweet spot, beneath the shadow of His wings, where you can rest your head upon His chest, inhale His fragrance and find the true meaning of the Advent season.
Unwrapping Jesus with Bonnie
Also sharing with Emily and the imperfect.