The Voice of God
Most nights I resolve that the following morning my priority will be to read a few passages from my “Bible.” Though I have good intentions, there are days I don’t get around to it. I think about it and consciously put it off thinking, I will get to it in just a minute. Then the minutes turn into hours and soon the day is gone and I’m too tired.
Today I heard God beckoning me to sit and spend some time with Him: time in His word. I procrastinated, not because I didn’t want to, I just did. I’m the same way with other things I like and want to do. Repeatedly I felt the urge to sit down and read from my Bible. It didn’t slip my mind it just kept coming to mind. I believe it was the voice of God.
Cynics may say, “It’s your guilty conscious.” I didn’t feel guilty, it felt like being reminded, “don’t forget” or like when I’ve promised my daughter I would take her to the park and she keeps asking, “When are we going?” It’s the same feeling when I know deep down I’ve not given my family much attention. I admit I’m selfish. I want to keep doing what I’m doing when someone is talking to me rather than stop, look and listen. The latter makes the other person feel validated and loved. Surely they know I love them and so does God. But I am certain it was God today petitioning me to stop and spend some time with Him and I did.
