myself, or worse, I hurt someone else.
Numerous times each day, God talks to me, and others will
indeed confirm that it is God talking! For example, when I tell
others what I’ve heard God say, their eyes give me feedback.
They often cry spontaneously, or their wide-open eyes confirm
they agree with what I’ve just said. Many times they simply
lower their gaze so as not to look me directly in the eye—
they’re either ashamed or embarrassed or pensive. Their eyes
tell me that what I have said resonates with their pain or
feelings or emotions— something I wouldn’t have known
about them, something only God knows.
Of course I love it when God talks to me in those
“mountaintop” moments, when an explosion of clarity,
purpose, and then unrestrained emotion erupts within me. In
those moments I feel so ready to change, so empowered and
full of hope. Yet as anticlimactic as it sounds, it’s after the
emotion has dissipated and reality has set in that I’m most
convinced I have indeed heard God speak.
God talks to me in a variety of ways—always through His
written Word, consistently throughout the day by touching my
heart or prompting me with a thought, and sometimes even
through silence. His voice is so distinct that I’ve made a habit
of writing down immediately what I think or feel He’s saying.
Over the years, day after day, my handwritten, two-way
conversations with God are black-and-white proof that He
knows me so very well, so deeply, and He still loves me! His
unconditional love keeps me coming back to hear what He has
to say.
In all honesty, there are times when I feel a pull, as if
something wants to distract me, to lure me away from my “God