Letters to Heaven

In the small things is where I reside. Diligent and consistent, preparing for the time to move forward. A house in order.

You will keep in perfect peace
those whose minds are steadfast,
because they trust in you.

God is God.

Believe. Steadfast, in faith. In silence.

I am ready for action. Enough intellectualizing, theorizing. The thoughts will ever swirl but, containment and direction comes by way of your guidance; discernment.

I have been brought to a place of silence. My innards ached, wanting to scream words. To use the power of the tongue to try to control all that surrounds. Fear is what drives this urge, so I sit in silence refusing to let fear have a voice.

Fear can whisper as much as it wants into my ear, into the thoughts of my mind, but it has no place on my tongue - there shall be no breath given to it.

Nothing happened today. I may have experienced slight heat stroke even, it was hot out. Nevertheless, I am at peace. Peace with the winds swirling around me, because I look up in the eye of the funnel and I see the sun, I see the Son.