Where do you go when the weight of the world and what is happening in it is so heavy that you don’t know how to get out from under it?
Might I suggest finding a quiet spot in nature—a place where the sky reaches down and lifts you up? Where bird songs mingle with the cheerful music of a babbling brook—reminding you that, after all, this is our Father‘s world and wrong will not prevail.
May you find a place to rest and may your rest be sweet.
Alicia