I sit. I listen. I feel.
The cool spring air wafts through the partially opened window.
A bird sings a welcome to spring.
The sun lends its warming touch.
I hear distant voices of what seem to be children playing.
The clock ticks softly.
Help me, Lord Jesus, to hear your voice.
Help me, Lord Jesus, to know your love.
Help me, Lord Jesus, to rest in the sure knowledge of your mercy and grace.