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2017-07-08 in toward me across the counter our youngest grandson was ready for a conversation. Never mind that he didn’t really say anything. He was leaning. Moving toward me. Talking with his body. His eyes. Ready to just be with me. I knew what Tucker was saying without the use of words.

I love that boy. He doesn’t have to talk. His actions speak to me.

Ah. Hmmm. It seems there may be a bit of encouragement here to which I need to pay attention. That is, in my conversations with the One who loves me the most, the One who understands my coming and going, I would be wise to move toward Him. To allow my actions do the speaking.

My Lord knows what I am saying without the use of words. And, that is a gift.