My God.
You are a mystery sometimes.
At times, you are very clear.
At times, you are a whisper, a breath against the soul, a flicker in the dark.

Tonight, on my way home from Austin, there was thunder in the sky.
The lightning danced. Vivid and alive but the heavens made no sound.

What a clear way to show me the way you move.
Present, bold, yet quiet.
Just like tonight, I see you but I don’t always hear you.

I am aware of your presence but cannot hear your voice or see direction. I know I am not lost. I faithfully stepped through the doors you created for me years ago.

My hand has been held by you through each phase. You’ve been my safe pillow in each sleep.

I admit, it is hard sometimes. I don’t understand why my life path is different than others? I don’t understand why my life feels different. Why my road wandered so far from family. Why the growth had to happen in unfamiliar soil.

I just need to know.

Tell me why I am here.

Show me.

It’s now been four years.

My God. My guide. Please communicate with me. I want to hear the thunder.

Sincerely,

Your earthly daughter.