A promise gives birth to a desire. Desire grows up and apprehends its creator.

I was thinking today of how enthralled Cosette (my granddaughter) is with horses. She reads books about caring for them. She imagines having one. Her desire/love for a horse is virtually palpable.

As I considered how this desire impacts her meditations, emotions and stokes her passions, I found myself thinking of how I might find a way to give a horse to her.

The more I imagined the process and power of the desire kindled within her, the hotter burned the urge in me to fulfill it. This began to overtake me.

My Father seemed to speak to me about this. A shaft from His blazing heart found a way into mine. Is this how You feel about my desires? I wondered. You put them in. You fan them. You watch us glory in them and are moved to, even delighted to, satisfy them.

There is some really big deal in all of this. I know it. There's a beautiful secret that has the fragrance of intimacy. Can you smell that?