Linking up with The Gypsy Mama:
"Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they're just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to finger paint. For joy in the process. No matter how messy the result."
Today's topic: LOUD
He speaks in a still, small voice. Sometimes it's a gentle prodding to remind me not too react, not to respond in my flesh. Sometimes it's a whisper telling me to call a friend, to lift up a prayer, to speak a kind word.
There have been many times I've begged Him to speak louder. To boldly declare it, to shout it from the heavens. I've stood on my back porch staring at the skies, pleading for Him to make Himself known…to not be still or small or quiet. But to show up and rock my world.
He hasn't done it when I've asked. He still speaks quietly. I have to strain to hear at times, forcing myself to tune out everything so I can can hear.
there are handful of precious times where He was loud. Where He shouted and forcefully spoke that shook me to my core. Times I didn't ask for it, I wasn't seeking it. He just broke through My Day to tell me,
"Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom."
"See, I'm doing a new thing!"
"How many more confirmations do I have to give you?"
Those moments are forever etched in my heart and in His hands. He spoke with volume directly to my spirit because He wanted to, not because I asked for it.
I have to remind myself always that it's up to Him to speak, more than it is for me to listen. And when He does speak, doubt will be erased. I won't question Who spoke.
He speaks with power. He speaks with authority.
He is loud.