XIILocked within, and not without,
forever raising within me as a burning
seed. I see, I learn, I know, I desire…
I need Him
A light, misty rain covers the land in these pre-dawn hours. Normally, the first glimmer of morning hues could be seen faint over the eastern mountain tops of Harriman, but the overcast sky has delayed this morning's arrival. The stranger has been kneeling for hours in prayer at this vantage point over Lake Welch. He is drenched and shivering but the vigil must continue for it is time to seek the answers he needs from the Father. His face turns skyward, towards the cloudy skies which are already beginning to disperse. From where he is he can see Seven Lakes Drive and already the flow of humanity is arriving, though fewer people have come these last few days. Stil
