Sometimes thoughts, they roll in, from out of 'nowhere' which I think actually is not nowhere but somewhere, and for a very important purpose and reason. I just don't know why yet.
Today I am thinking about Mike Yaconelli. If you don't know about him, he is like a more Jesus-freak'ish version of Robert Fulghum. He died in October of 2003, and though I never met him, and only saw him speak once, I still hear him whisper in my ear from time to time.
There are a whole lot of people who are so freakin' busy—they've so
cluttered up their lives—they're at their wits' end. And if they'd only
just stop for a minute, they could hear the God of the universe whisper
to them, "I love you."
– Mike Yaconelli