Hush, goes my heart, and
Into the stillness comes a quiet whisper
Reminding me Whose I am.
I am no stranger to the voice, but
It feels so rare and special every single time
I hear my Lord speak to me.
Beloved, come to My heart again.
The beckoning wakes me up,
Stirs my soul to action,
Makes me sit up and take notice
Of the world around me once more.
I am called out to love my neighbor
By word and deed—
A kind smile, an encouragement or compliment,
A pay-it-forward moment at the drive-thru.
These are the small ways that create
Ripples of God-moments in lives around me…
All started with a hush of my heart
In the middle of my busy day.

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