When we pour out our miseries, He hears a melody of us needing and desiring what only He can give.
Hope For The Weary MomWe are starved for quiet, to hear the sound of sheer silence that is the presence of God himself.
Invitation to Solitude and Silence: Experiencing God's Transforming PresenceI'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.
Red Glove