It’s funny how God speaks. When I was younger, I always wondered what His voice would sound like. Definitely not like in the Ten Commandments, a big booming voice from the clouds. On the contrary, many times He speaks to me in a quiet voice, in the stillness of my heart. The key is being quiet and listening for it. Because when you’re distracted and occupied, it’s easy to miss it. Every time you open your Bible and read something from it, He’s speaking too. Often times I forget that, and run through the words like I do a million times before, without thinking much about it. Sometimes it’s good to just sit still, let go of yourself, and wait. And when I do, His voice comes through. Quietly, but piercing. Sometimes they are heavy convictions, sometimes they are simple truths. Sometimes they are words of comfort, sometimes they are sobering truths.
This morning, during our Sunday morning service, God spoke into my heart again. His message was sudden, unexpected, and personal, but it was words of love and comfort for a specific situation, and it brought me to tears. He must have been speaking similarly to others around me, because I’m quite sure at least 30% of the congregation was crying/sniffling alongside me. It was somewhat amusing, but at the same time, encouraging too, because I realized that I was in the midst of witnessing God working in my church at that very moment - He was touching the hearts of individuals just like me.