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After hiking the path, we were delighted to discover a stone bench. Like books crammed on the shelf, the five of us squeezed together to rest. When two-year-old Aubree’s blonde curls ceased bouncing, my friend, Aubree’s grandmother, coaxed her gently, “Listen to the breeze. What do you think the breeze is trying to say to you?” Aubree shut her eyes tightly, cupped her right ear with her dimpled hand, and listened with all her might to the whisperings of the air. When my ten-year-old twin granddaughters stopped giggling at Aubree, they fell silent, lifted their faces to the sky, and listened intently. After a moment, my friend continued, “We must be quiet to hear the breeze—to hear the voice of God.” Though we had trekked along a rocky path, our granddaughters’ hearts were fertile ground for receiving good seed. God speaks through the breeze—for those who have ears to hear. |
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