Listen, Vicki. Listen to every word that anyone says to you. Listen with your heart. Listen deeply. Listen as if your life depended on it, for it does.
I hear nothing but silence.
Ah. You are getting close to the secret of life.
Silence is acceptance and silence is healing.
So what if your personal heart has been broken. Here’s a news flash. It will be again.
No heart is bullet proof.
The hours of sorrow are hours of gold. The hands of time are praying for you.
The Christ is listening for the clock of your heart to strike twelve.
Bow your head.
It is finished.
Thank you for you tender, precious Heart Dear Vicki…
and for your so Present Words…❤️
I often hesitate before offering up such personal writings and yet I must. So glad you receive them.
Many do, Vicki.