voice

(originally written 10/15/08)

Sometimes we need nothing more than to hear the voice of God.

It is a voice that calms all fears and inner chaos.

It is a voice that breaks through my racing thoughts and anxious heart.

“In the silence of the heart God speaks.”

The process of getting completely still and silent before God is something that takes work. It takes an intentional effort of calming myself down and making it a priority to sit still long enough for the one part of my day that is most crucial, yet the getting there I’m tempted to believe I can put it off, or that I can wait till later, or that I will be fine.

Every time I enter into his presence through in silence and am completely alone and away from distractions, my soul is at ease.

His presence is something we can continually experience throughout the day. But nothing is more precious than those moments where it’s just you and God and where you shut up long enough to let Him speak. And it is there again that worlds collide and we're confronted with the sufficiency of Christ.

Today He said something to my heart, it was in the middle of my rambling prayer about all these things that I know God is acutely aware of but that I needed to get off my heart when I just sat there bowed, laying myself at his feet, when I heard those words…

“You know I’m going to take care of you, right?”

And I immediately remembered who I was talking with.

It was the voice my Father. A voice strangely more familiar and comforting than any voice I have heard audibly. It was the familiarity and gentle authority of His voice that put me at rest.
A voice that reminds me that I am not alone. I am not forgotten. I don’t have to do this on my own. And that I seen, known, loved and chosen. A voice that calls out to us as we're out to sea and reminds us that He is here. It is a voice that gently takes you by the hand again, and simply says, do not be afraid.

My intimate relationship with the one who raised me and has walked with me every step of my life. Of the one who knows me more than I do, who has more stake in my life and well-being than anyone else. Who loved me from the beginning of my life simply because of who I am and who he created me to be. He loved me and was pleased with me long before I ever “was” anything in this world. In His eyes, I am the beloved, with who He is well pleased.