"And then I turn and look to Jesus, who is my pilot. And the question forms itself, unfurling, swirling like a banner in my mind: How can I love God? What does it mean to love God?" And I see Him, He cups my face in those nailed-scarred hands, and He strokes my hair like a Father with His daughter, and He says, "Listen."

And, watching He opens His mouth and if I sit still in His Presence, I can see the song He's singing and it is powerful manifested physical, and yet, sometimes it is so quiet it is like me squeezing Pilot to move. It's a word, a sentence but not in verbal words. God's voice is over the waters. His glory thunders.

Psalm 29