There is a place where the wounded soul goes to hide, a place that cannot be reached by human caring, though it nods at the effort. It's a dark, retractable place, without windows and doors; a place where the soul would be more alone than it has ever known unless Someone- Someone able to walk through walls-was not already there waiting. - Susan L. Lenzkes What a powerful thought - the God of Creation waiting for me. I know that He never does leave us but my quiet time has been transformed to a time of sweet fellowship. A time of refreshing and renewal. He does not need to speak - just being in His presence is glorious.