whispers

Sometimes at night, when the world is still.
Sometimes at night, when I sit at the end of a dock and look up.

Sometimes at night, when I can't see distance or count measures.

And sometimes at night, when I feel small.

I hear whispers.

Things like..."you are wonderfully made....you are my beloved...you were made for incredible things."

I look up at the pitch black sky and see countless stars...I look out at the ocean and imagine the world living beneath it...I listen to the howls of the wind.

And know that I am loved.

These past few weeks here in Belize have been extremely challenging. Never in my life did I think that I would be teaching 5th grade or leading worship so consistently or memorizing the world or blessing people through conversation and prayer. And that's just the beginning!
I am so blessed.

Oh, how He loves us.