A Voice, the one Elijah may have heard, rises within me like fog. The Voice is smoky. Profound. Deep. Mysterious.It feels like silk, a gentle caress upon my soul. Real and unreal, nestled deep within my core, the Voice breathes in me a simple reply, “I’m right here. Hear, I Am.” My mind eases its grip focused now on the silent conversation— the one that is both nothing and Everything. “Can you place your trust in this Inner Voice?” Everything softly implores. “I’ll try. I know you’re here, speaking to me through your Voice of Love— the Voice that is nothing yet Everything. But I sometimes doubt it’s real. Sometimes I doubt you’re real.” “Beloved, it is I, the Voice of Love, encompassing Everything. Can you receive this Voice as a precious gift? Lift it up to God with gratitude?” “At times, yes. But there are moments when fear takes hold. Anxiety grips me. I worry I might lose you. The clamor of my thoughts, the chaos of the world, drown out your Voice. I feel adrift. Lost. Afraid.” |
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