There is an invisible hand that guides our lives with the love of sacrifice. A voice calls out our name with parental patience. We will not see what can so clearly be not seen, nor hear the calling of an echo that could start an avalanche of desire. There is a tugging at our soul with an eternal invitation of joy and peace.
Does God suddenly find us out of desperation, or do we seek him after failing at everything and struggling to understand what has been very apparent all of our life… which is his undying love. Our resistance has been the obstacle to vision and deafness with comprehension.
There is an indescribable gift of freedom in the acceptance of the invisible reaching out to us. Through persistence comes an