If I’m not careful, I’ll miss it.
I’ve missed it before.
God speaking to me.
Just like with Elijah in 1 Kings, God doesn’t speak to me in a terrible blast of flying rocks or in an earthquake or in a fire.
God often speaks to me in a whisper – a faint breeze of truth and light that flits through my mind. I have to stop, concentrate and reach out to catch it.
If I’m not careful, it’s gone.
When I am quiet,
when I am focused,
when I don’t let distractions derail my time with God, I hear him loud and clear.
God’s Word is alive – he will underline passages (you wouldn’t see it but I do), he will change the font of a sentence to bold or he will read the words to me in my head to make sure it’s his voice I hear, not my own or anyone else’s.
There are situations where he simply opens up my eyes to how he has already answered my prayer. He has taken care of the issue and moved on. Keep up!
That’s when I realize how much I miss when I’m not quiet,
when I’m not ‘zoned in” enough to hear the whispers and feel his breeze of truth ruffling the pages of my Bible.
Please open my eyes, open my ears, Abba Father.