Escaping temporarily from the blessed chaos of my household
I step into the quietness of God’s creation-
An outside sanctuary where HIS soundless voice falls softly, silently into my wearied spirit…
Just as the leaves drop onto the ground in the Fall
When the trees have reached their leaf-bearing limit…
Without a sound the Source of endless strength Himself communes with this fallen vessel of dust…
This dusty, weak vessel which longs so much to rise up above its loud spirit, and possess the gentleness of the One Whose voice falls without a sound upon my weary heart.
angiesinsights 
Beautiful! Touching…
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