Coming Down the Mountain 13

My God speaks to me in the gentle wind.  She nurtures me, takes the time to tell me that I am wanted, needed and loved.  She asks me questions that only I can answer; because She created me, She knows what I know, and what I need to know.  She is kind and patient with me.  She follows my struggles and allows me to work them out in my time, not in Hers; for She has no time. I created time so that I may find her, so that I may know her once again.  I remember calling Her name before I was born, once I was born, and now.  She blesses me with abundance, for it is Hers to give.  My heart blossoms in Her presence.  My mind aches with worry when I forget.  She takes care of me, She blesses me, She calls my name and sets me to task. I am Her slave, Her servant, Her son.

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