Me: Look at what I did today!

Prodigal: Your as smart as a whip!

This is from Antoinette Goetschius

When I am sore beset, I seek some quiet place,

Some lonely room or barren windswept hill,

And there in silence wait apart until

I see again the smile upon God’s face,

Until His presence floods me like the dawn,

And I can hear His whispered, “Peace be still,”

And know again the strength to His will.

I turn to take my load and find it gone.

Ask thee a sign of the LORD thy God; ask it either in the depth, or in the height above. Isaiah 7:11 (KJV)

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org