Body language of the soul: Grace will have to be sufficient
When I was a child, I found repetition comforting. No one taught me this. I discovered it on my own, and it seemed to come naturally to me.
Before I fell asleep each night, I would carefully lower my ear onto my pillow and listen for the mysterious sound of footsteps crunching in the snow. I had to hear this sound every night, though I had no idea where it came from. The mystery behind these strange steps was revealed to me as an adult, when one night I heard them again and realized it was the sound of my own pulsing temple magnified through the material of the pillow.