"That feeling you get when you're with your favorite people - it feels a lot like belonging, like you're understood, like for a moment, nothing is or could go wrong. How, for some reason, you can never hide happiness. My love, no matter how long it takes, you're always going to make your way back to the found. Sometimes it might just take the compass you have in your heart a bit longer to find its way again. Remember the love; remember the light; remember the warmth." a.y.
Pour out every thought, feeling, wish, plan, and doubt to Him.
What! Intimate with the world, with friends, with neighbors, but not with God? Folly, to prefer the clay to the potter, the marble to the sculptor, this little earth and its lesser creatures to the mighty Maker of the universe…
