When God Whispered My Name

The draw.
The pulling along as we seek what is drawing us.
There's a whisper on the wind that can be heard faintly, like a soft breeze blowing across the fields of hay.
The love of a Father waits for your heart to draw near to him.
He draws you.
He pulls you like a kite on a string, gently he pulls you in his direction, in order to catch the currents of his love.
He draws you closer.. he calls you.
He whispers your name.