I’ve been thinking a lot about how I hear God and if I hear Him at all. What I know is that I have experiences daily that I need to talk to God about and want to hear what to do , or what “next step” to take. I have yet to hear an audible voice tell me what street to stroll down , corner to turn or path to take. But strange things happen as I take the next step that is before me; serendipitous things start to occur.
I see the billboard, while driving home from work, that leads me to that very thing I have been praying about. Or, I meet that person that introduces me to a supplement that addresses a health issue I’ve been putting before God for some time.
In the ether of life, as I walk, pray and talk with God...as I try to be everything he dreamt and everything He wants me to be, I see Him unfolding His voice in the motion of my days. You see, with great finesse God speaks to me in the magical movement of life. I use to get mad that I didn’t hear Him. I use to pray and try to invoke the God of the Old Testament that speaks to people in a voice of thunder on mountain tops. I use to do all of this until I realized that I SEE His voice. My life mirrors conversations I have with God. He makes my life look like what we chat about all the time...yes indeed, the serendipitous voice of God.
