My Truth is in the whisper of the wind, the babble of the brook, the crack of the thunder, the tap of the rain. It is the feel of the earth, the fragrance of the lily, the warmth of the sun, the pull of the moon. My Truth . . . is as awesome as the night sky, and as simply, incontrovertibly, trustful as a baby’s gurgle. It’s as loud as a pounding heartbeat—and as quiet as a breath taken in unity with Me.