I am always amazed that the Creator of the universe me. Me. I mean, who am I? A tiny speck. One of billions. And He not only hears me, but He LISTENS to me. And not only does He hear me and listen to me, He speaks to me.
No, I don’t hear His voice audibly. But in my spirit I hear Him — if I listen carefully.
I’ve really been trying to listen lately. I’ve been trying to cut out some of the noise in my life, so His voice doesn’t get lost. And He has responded. The Spirit speaks to me what the Father says.
I don’t have any funny stories today. I’m simply grateful that today and every day I can talk with my Heavenly Father.
He hears. He listens. He speaks.