A few days ago I had not spent the necessary time waiting, seeking, praying, till I had the assurance of the Presence of the Lord in my heart before venturing into my day. And so I suffered most of the day with a troubled heart. Yes, I know, foolish me. At the same time I know it’s not always foolishness; these are increasingly difficult days; we are up against Egypt and Babylon—a world system built from the ground up to shut God out. But when I could endure it no longer I finally found a quiet place and bowed my head and opened my heart to my Lord. I am so thankful for His mercy. It was not long before His Presence seeped into my heart and washed out the troubles. And He began to speak to me. Oh, the preciousness of hearing His Voice again! I am sure He could hear mine—the troubled bleating of one of His sheep who had temporarily lost his way. But as soon as I heard the Voice of my Shepherd I had my bearings again; I knew where I was, and where I was going—that is, where I was being led.