Wheeling Gull Isle sermon on the mount

her words felt drenched in godlight and easy to speak; she felt herself falling into her message, for god was here, and he listened.
and yet with mother-senses, she saw: ava's little head, turned away. john's pleasant, easy smile buoyed her with support. malakai spoke, and in him at last heda saw the prayer warrior he was becoming, a boy dedicated as fiercely to god as she had always wanted him to be.
but dinah — dinah was crying. heda put out her arms at once for the little daughter, knowing she was overcome even if she did not truly understand why.
caracal's energy suddenly jangled, spiking; he went then to check on another of their girls, and heda experienced a displacement as the air where he had been sitting emptied.
but they were parents first.
"god speaks to our hearts in a voice just for us. trust him," she exhorted in a gentle voice. "look to him for guidance and for compassion when it's not easy to feel. you're all growing so much, both in god and in life. there will be questions daddy and i won't be able to answer. but god, he knows everything." she kissed dinah's head and pulled simeon closer. "and always, always know, it's okay to cry. you're safe here, with any emotions you need to feel."