Like whispers to the heart, a small voice speaks . . .
- He will live and not die... in response to a life threatening crisis.
- She is OK... in response to worry for a friend late into the night.
- They are safe... in response to fear for loved ones.
- The package will get there... in response to concerns over loss or theft.
Many times, over many issues big and small, a small voice speaks. . .
Is it your voice? It sure sounds like you. Is it your hopeful thinking? Certainly that is there. And yet each time you lift your heart in concern, prayer, thought, you hear the same thing. Is it the voice of the Spirit?
This is the walk of faith. It is a path that requires faith, and tests faith. It is a journey of learning, a journey of lessons. In the midst of it is an opportunity for God to show us ourselves. It will expose our doubts, our fears, as well as our willingness or lack of willingness to confront these things.
Will we ever be able to be certain we are hearing the voice of God?
I believe the answer is both yes and no. Why? Because it always comes back to a walk of faith. There are times in which our spirit resounds as it were, with the voice of the Spirit. When that happens we can assuredly say I know that I know that I know. That assurance comes because it is a direct revelation by God to our intuition. At other times is it as whispers to the heart. We are seeking God.
God's revelation in our spirit is of two kinds, direct and sought.Direct is God drawing near and revealing His will in our spirit. We comprehend what He has communicated with our minds. We can then take the necessary action.
Sought revelation implies that we approach God with a particular need. We then must continue to seek and wait for an answer through God's movement in our spirit. It is in that wait that our mind can take us into worry or fear, if it is not kept in alignment with our spirit and stand in faith.
It is easy to see the need to maintain an inner quiet, despite the storms of life. God's life lies deep within us. It abides in our spirit. Because of this, it is critical that we keep our spirit as quiet and undisturbed as the ocean floor.
We see the whispers to the heart, the small still voice, clearly in God's instruction to Elijah. After fleeing into the wilderness for fear of Jezebel's threat to kill him, God's instruction came.
And He said, Go out and stand on the mount before the Lord. And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake;
And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire [a sound of gentle stillness and] a still, small voice.
It is a walk of faith and as such continues to challenge us. It is good to revisit all God has spoken to us. Remembering how things worked out in the past, we then quiet our soul as new events unfold, so we can hear whispers to the heart.
I wrote this post after just such a time. I have heard all the whispers the post began with and many others over the years, and yet... I had mailed a package in a somewhat unorthodox way. I could not find the UPS drop box in a large complex of offices. I was standing in front of a U.S. Post Office. I asked a postal delivery man parking his truck where it was and he did not know. He offered to put it with their UPS pickup for me, so I gave it to him.
The package will get there. That is what came to my mind immediately after I started to be concerned that I had not been notified of its delivery. Each time I inquired of the Lord the same word came to me.
Several days went by and doubt entered in, followed by resignation that it was lost or stolen. It should have arrived in a day or two and now it was a week and UPS showed no tracking for the package. I considered it a lesson to be learned and determined that next time I would take a package to a drop off location.
Much to my surprise, on day eight a message popped up on my phone. The package had arrived and a refund was in process! The lesson to be learned was different than I thought. In my mind it was never hand a package to a stranger. But God's lesson was to have faith in His whispers to my heart.
I was thankful to God, thankful also for His whispers to the heart, His faithfulness and patience.
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