tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677875373636676100.post5940066481821050615..comments2008-05-18T18:29:47.018-04:00deAnn Roenoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677875373636676100.post-6521811319679776032008-05-18T15:48:00.000-04:002008-05-18T15:48:00.000-04:00I can soooo relate to this. I still remember my very first experience when my time with God was not a time of words at all but a beautiful time of a vision. What was so amazing was the fact that I have never in my life been able to draw a person, other than a stick person, and suddenly, here I was at one with God sketching away a picture of people, at different stages coming to the cross and only later did I realize that those people were me in my different stages of life. It has taken me awhile to realize that God doesn't communicate with all of us the same way. He loves us enough to communicate with us in our very own "love language" and sometimes those love languages may be a sketch, a painting, a photo that we may take, a sculpture or perhaps even writing a beautiful poetic psalm....Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02837763514335911275noreply@blogger.com