The other day I was walking in a “Holy Place”. I hadn’t been there in awhile. It’s a path around a lake I walked daily for years.
And along that path God has soaked up a heck of a lot of tears. Listened patiently to my rants. Grieved over my anguished cries of confusion. And accepted my praise with a smile I think.
And in the patches of Godlight along the path He prompted something in me. Lately it seems God has been reiterating the theme word, “specific”. As in spell it out kid. As in not the Cliff Notes version.
