Today I have been working on a blog or two and wonder how much is me and how much I can really say is hearing the voice of God in what I choose to write or think is directed by Him.
So I step out and try to write about hearing God’s voice. Is that taking the Creator of the universe and putting Him on a page or in position where he comes down to my size? I don’t think so! I think that I can hear my Dad’s voice and He is not less of a reality because of it. I have a voice. I want people to hear me. Why do we think we need a Man of God (Preacher) or clergy member to relate what God is speaking to us already. I have been lead astray many times by words that men have given me. Things they said were from God. I have friends who lived with fear of death because of words men have given to them saying they were from God.
I believe that God loves me and that I have favor with Him. He loves me so much that He forgives me for not doing things right. He allows me freedom so that I can make a mistake and still find favor in Him.
So today I sit here and think about what will happen today with my life. How will I walk out being a faithful man of God. I didn’t go to the prayer meeting for men this morning. Have I already failed God? I don’t think so. I think God is in all things.
So back to hearing the voice of God. It is said He has a still small voice. One that needs our attention is what that means to me. I think I hear God in the wilderness as much as here in front of the fireplace. I hear Him in my work as a carpenter and as an Artistic painter. As a Papa and Husband. I hear Him as I work with men in our community or as I make a meal, as I look at a mountain or kiss my wife. I hear God all the time. I see Him in tears and suffering. I see Him comfort and allow us to just endure.
I believe that God has a plan and as we work out our lives with Him He allows us to hear His voice. His voice is Peace. His voice is Joy. His voice is Patience and Gentleness. He gives us the ability to have self control.
I think we have tried for years to put God in a box. To give Him a language that is one that can be controlled. I no longer think that way. I believe God is like my art work often. It come to life in and of itself. It is always art work. Some days I like it better then others. Some days I paint and others I don’t. But God is still there.
So hearing His voice I believe begins with Faith. Faith that He is in favor of my walk in life and who I am. Faith that He is in control of today’s activities and tomorrow. Faith He loves me. Faith He wants to communicate.
I walk in Faith today believing God is speaking to my Spirit, where He lives in me.