Another excerpt from an old journal:

Sunday, February 15, 2004

Does water whisper to the trees? I suppose only a tree would know. But You’ve been whispering to me. I cried in staff devos on Thursday as Faith spoke on finding solitude with You. My heart longs for it–even as I fear it. . . . Perhaps that’s why I wait so long to come to You each day. Maybe I think that if I can somehow accomplish something before I ope Your word, I will find praise for my actions in its pages, a “well done” from Your lips, and see not the muddy, bumbling girl I truly am. Ach! Who knows!
But deep in my heart, I do thirst for solitude with You.