I saw a painting once, of a boy reaching his hands at the stars.
It's title was "Hear Me"
And the explanation beside it said that the hand placement was close to his face because it was showing a growing confidence.. not in himself but in something outside of him.
The painting made me want to drive out to the middle of the country.. where there are no city lights... where I could reach out at the night sky and say "Hear Me". Then God would look at me, the little speck that I am and say, "No Caroline... Hear Me!" and I would really.. REALLY hear him. Not necessarily in an audible voice.. but in the depths of my being, I would hear him speak to me.
It's title was "Hear Me"
And the explanation beside it said that the hand placement was close to his face because it was showing a growing confidence.. not in himself but in something outside of him.
The painting made me want to drive out to the middle of the country.. where there are no city lights... where I could reach out at the night sky and say "Hear Me". Then God would look at me, the little speck that I am and say, "No Caroline... Hear Me!" and I would really.. REALLY hear him. Not necessarily in an audible voice.. but in the depths of my being, I would hear him speak to me.
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