Lord, you come to us in the storm, the fire, and even in the stillness of a quiet moment. Sometimes your message is strong, carried on bustling angelic wings; sometimes our spirits are nudged, our hearts lightened by the gentle whisper of spirit voices. However you approach us, your message is always one of tender love and compassion. Thank you for the certainty–and the surprise–of your holy voice.
Your word is a lamp to my feet And a light to my path.
The New King James Version
I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don’t believe I deserved my friends.