He speaks to me

I'm sitting on dam, in the middle of a forest, the moon is shinning bright, the brezze is blowing through my hair, listening to nature sing their joy to the wind, hanging out with my sister. Sometimes, I wonder how people cannot believe in a God that has created every single thing around us to bring joy to our hearts. I wonder how can I ever dare to doubt the love that he has for me.

I close my eyes now and let the wind talk to me, I can listen God's voice telling me I'm loved by Him. I close my eyes, and I feel the grass under me showing me how gentle God's touch is.
I hear crickets sing to the God that created them, they don't know what tomorrow is gonna bring, but they don't worry about it, right now they are singing praises to the Lord that got them through the day.

He made me less than the angels but he gave me everything He had, His only begotten Son, because He loves me so much that He couldn't bare see me unsaved.
One more time I close my eyes, and this time is to talk to Him and thank Him for loving me even when I seem to have forgotten about him. Because even when I less expect me he wispers in my ear the words of comfort I wanna hear.