Dearly Beloved, Grace andPeace to you.
Maybe your spirit has headphones on,or is watching TV, blocking out the noise because life is a cheap motel, the walls are thin, you can hear stuff, breaking in on the news, interrupting what you're trying to think— and you've almost got it all figured out— so you keep scrolling, keep paying meticulous inattention, because if you let it in you hear it: trees sighing, maybe, ocean whispering, or some kind of voices. You can't understand the words but you get the vibe. A song with your name in it. Angels partying next door. Your head gets sick of it. But your soul has its ear to the wall.Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve