I prayed and thought that I was speaking to empty air,
but you were listening, patiently.
And as I went on with my day, I didn't think twice about what I'd asked the night before.
and for a fleeting moment, I even forgot ever asking.
The answers came in whispers and I fear I was too deaf to hear them.
They were whispered in the voice of sacrament speakers, in the fine print of scripture and the lovely lyrics of a primary song...whispers.
And then, when I had forgotten that I had ever even asked, when I had no reason to hope because I myself could not remember ever petitioning for a response, you answered. And the voice came like thunder, and I was drenched in your spirit and I knew and I felt and I wept.
It was in the whispers but it took thunder to awaken my soul.
I will learn to listen to the still, small voice.
Even still, I am grateful for the thunderous voice that showed me once again that you are there, listening to me, loving me, and reaching out to me.
Thank you.
Love,
Eli
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