Wheeling Gull Isle sermon on the mount

hviske seemed tense. heda observed him warmly for a short minute before simeon asked a question and his mother offered a direct look. "our inner voice are often selfish, focused on us. god's voice wants what's best for everyone, even if it's not just focused on us."
her arms opened for judah, for malakai; she wanted them all, close, close to her.
"god will show himself. you'll know. i promise."
and in that sunny light in the emerald grasses, as her voice echoed its sermons to the breeze and to the birds, heda felt god move with love over them, and her heart filled to inestimable depths with love for those she had known, those she had birthed, those she led.