How do you know when God speaks?
Does God speak in a loud voice, show you through action what you want to know, or share His wisdom with you through other people?
I’ve never heard God speak. Not like Moses or the people of Israel or the followers of Christ.
Attending church, Sunday School and reading my bible gives me a lot of information about who God is and who He would like me to be. Through those things I discovered how much God loves me, so much that He sent His only son to die for me. Still even with faith and knowledge I long for a personal message so I search and watch and wait. I spend a lot of time searching for the Cloud Rider in the clouds.
And one day….
while we were driving…..
I stared at the clouds and wondered. “God, I know you are there by faith but can you show me you love me today?”
And this appeared.
Do you see it? You have to look at the middle cloud. There is a heart. There was an even bigger one to the right but while I was staring in wonder it broke apart. For a moment God spoke to me, showing me His love once again in a form I would recognize. Or maybe instead of saying spoke, more like a hug just for me and I wanted to share that with you.
Where do you see or hear God speak?
2 Corinthians 4: 18
Sow we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen, since wha is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
God speaks not only through his word but through daily occurences that happen in our lives. It is up to us to seek a closer relationship with him so we can hear his voice. Thanks for this great post!
Tracy, so true, sometimes when you look back you can see where God has had a person or event happen that may not have been what you expected but turned out to be a good thing. Wow that was a run on sentence! Sorry.
Blessings,
Diana
I believe God speaks to us through the Bible – his final word. And yet, he does cause events to happen in our lives that remind us of his presence and goodness. Like your cloud. Like sending the fan woman in Vietnam, whom I’d been searching for – to sell us a fan mere hours before the electricity went out. Like bringing to mind verses reminding me of his love and sovereignty when I had reached the end of my rope. Thank you for this beautiful post.
Liz, that was beautifully written. Thank you.
Blessing,
Diana