There was a time, many years back, when the sea lion knew he was lost. In those days, he would stop every traveler he met to see if he might help him find his way back to the sea. But no one seemed to know the way. On he searched, but never finding. After years without success, the sea lion took refuge beneath a solitary tree beside a very small water hole. The tree provided refuge from the burning rays of the sun, which was very fierce in that place. And the water hole, though small and muddy, was wet, in its own way. Here he settled down and got on as best he could.

there's a longing in our hearts, there's a cry out for more

this was a phrase/sentence i was singing to at the meeting last week. it's true, when i talk to some of us, there is a cry out for more. we're in exciting times, aren't we?