“The voice of love calls to you, my son.”

“My son," and the matronly voice seemed to smile, "you must walk through darkness to appreciate the light.”

“And then you show up with the voice from my nightmare, and you call me an asshole.”

“Arcadia,” Lon’s voice said from my phone. “Who is this?” I teased. “You can’t take my son on a date.” “I didn’t ask him. He asked me.” “He stole my cell and called without permission.” “Sounds like a personal problem to me.” A low growling noise came out of the phone.”

“Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.”

“Please know that your Father in Heaven loves you and so does His Only Begotten Son. When they speak to you--and They will--it will not be in the wind, nor in the earthquake, nor in the fire, but it will be with a voice still and small, a voice tender and kind. It will be with the tongue of angels.”