I hear the humming of warm air rushing through vents somewhere beneath these floors. Nothing unusual, except for the awareness. This backdrop makes me sleepy in the same way standing in the line during busy shopping at the grocery does, or the way my mother’s sewing machine sings a lullaby with its steady climb up hills of thread and needles and fabric. I am one soul, One body, one mind. I am learning to sing my own song, I am learning to be thankful for all. This lonely pain surely must know its purpose. There must be some reason it has become a fixture in in my landscape. This inner life has been fostered since early childhood. This scene which has expanded mile upon mile, giving me more than what I need to keep on climbing. I want to see His face. I want to know Him. This True…Surely He wants to be found.