At times it's a particular kind of bland that appeals to me ...
At times it's soft colors ..
At times it's the sky ,the beach ,trees ..
At times it's old places ..
At times it's old books in old ,well kept libraries ...
Nothing appeals to my soul and my existence as much as discovering God ,each day
Nothing appeals to my heart as much as growing in love with Him
Nothing appeals to my longings as much as Abba's involvement in every inch of my being and the Earth's being ...

will this appeal ever find expression ,loud sobs might ?
Nothing can ...Abba please
Help me express this unexplainable longing and how knowing you seems to make the ache grow ?
I drink and I want more
Satisfy me and ease my ache ..
My soul pants for you as the deer pants for water ,Abba ..
She desires you , please..
© God's heritage