My heart feels where my hands need reachingto touch the holy fingertips of God,as He, with outstretched arms beseeching,quietly whispers, “I am always here.” Yes, He knows my need to feel cradledin the hollow of His tender embrace.As I, with His acceptance, snuggledhumbly, He tenderly whispers, “Abide.” Stilling calmness, a comforting balm,He wraps around me … More Life Happens . . . so do Whispers