The Whispers of the Heart

love-heart-black-outline-images1 The seasons of life. Most equate them to the seasons of the weather. I find that they are not. Life’s ebb and tide are not patterned by the weather. It is hot and humid outside, while my life is not. The whispers from around come in many voices. The sinister voice of the cold wind, or the extra puff from the hot summer wind affect my life. Do I know where those voices come from? Most of the time. I was married for 24 years. I knew without question my lovers voice. I have been actively walking with my Creator for nigh on 42 years. I would like to say that each of those whispers were identified. I am sure I got it wrong a few times.

I long to hear the whispers of love, the whispers of laughter close to my ear. I find that I have to search harder for them now. Well, maybe not harder, just in a different place. I look to God’s words. You might even know them. I’m sure you’ll find them. They float in on the morning dew as it settles on the grass. They come in with snicker of the light switch at night. God loves me. God is for me. He walked with me in my dreams, He walked with me through out the day. He is never far away. No matter what the sinister whispers from the darkness tries to say, my lover is with me, He is whispering into my heart, into my ears. I hear Him. He is calling.

Author: thewidowwomanblog

I am a 53 year old widow who is watching her kids step out into life while holding tight to the Creator's hand.

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