Article April 14, 2003 ISSUE

To my world family

By Jillie Periton—East Molesey, Surrey, England

I need to talk with you and share what's giving me some peace after the anguish that has been shadowing these past weeks. I need to share what's growing inside me—the piecing together of my hope. Without doubt I see a purpose for living and for making a difference in this world. I've found what it is, and I'm growing in its strength. I call it God. But it doesn't matter what each of us calls it. What matters is that I'm learning what it means to listen, to really listen, to find my God in the very deepest part of my being. I'm starting to hear this "still small voice"—and it's growing stronger. And my questions are getting answered.

We're on this planet together because there is work to do. It doesn't matter that we may never meet. What matters is that the power within us is like a tiny but indomitable light, telling us how to live with each other with respect and affection.

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