It isn’t a voice that I can confidently say is my own. It’s too much like him, and it’s too full of his love, patience and purpose. It isn’t the voice of my religious training or my own desires. It’s the voice that woos and carries; the voice that the sheep recognize; the voice that calms and creates.
It is the voice of tender thunder. It is the voice that knows me inside out but knows a lot more than what is inside of me. It is the voice gentle discipline, loving truthfulness and unwavering love beyond judgement.
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