THE FATHER IS HERE

The quiet softness of the glow of the air, the amazing bond between the unknown and the known. The newness, the Father, who comes to me when I need Him. He is here. No, I can't feel Him. He's not showing His face, but I know He's working for my good.  I've seen  Him work before. He is a gentleman. But sometimes, I wish I would just feel Him more. Like when I say. Here I am Father, I need you now. I need you NOW.  Do you know how much I need you?

Like a bow to a cello I need you. Like salt to pepper in salad dressing, I need you. Like a cat to it's kittens, I need you. Hello, God? Where are you? Why have you forsaken me? Please? Help! I feel strong sometimes, with this change bs, but I'm not. I'm just waiting for your next instructions. Oh God, can you feel me? Can you feel my spirit? Where do I plug in? 

Ahhhh, I want to scream again!