Every time I hear from God (usually in times where I really needed to hear from him), I look back and marvel at the fact that I was able to detect his Voice. Voice with a capital 'V'. How can the still, small Voice be so grand? The beauty of his Word is arresting, and after the fact, I can never remember how. But I know I heard.
Thank you, Father, for your Voice and your Word. Thank you for deciding to come and be with us in Jesus, and for continuing to speak through your Spirit. You paint us pictures and write us poems. I can't believe I heard you...
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