Week 2: Hearing God´s Voice

R. Sandoval

Week 2: Hearing God´s Voice

45 minutes of silence.

All you could hear was the silent murmur of the heater in the background. The simple pace of breathing, the people going up and down the stairs, the wooden floor never seemed to crack so loud, all these sounds but the sound of His voice.

God´s voice. Is it Him, my head or just imagination? This thought balanced in my mind like a leaf falling from a tree. Forwards, backwards and just all over the place.

I wondered how many times I could have just murdered the voice of God, thinking it was nothing or just intuition. How many times could I have taken out the importance of his message to take all the credit or simply ignore his calling?

During this week God showed me how sometimes I haven´t trusted His Spirit.

The interesting thing is when you feel something stir up inside of that secret, undecipherable process of quieting your mind, that you see words or images but you think it is just normal brain activity and you can’t tell how thin is the line and how easy it is to cross over to the path of unbelief.

But then someone raises their voice and talks about that exact image you had in your head, and literally takes the words out of your throat, that’s when you realize, you didn´t trust the message of the Spirit.

This got me thinking into the moments of my life when the voice of God had been very clear and loud, through the haze of my dreams, through words of knowledge, and mostly through creation.

It was awesome that, sunk deep in the silence between my mental prayers and the attempt to hear God´s voice, I felt loved. I could feel His love overwhelm me, and I felt bad that I hadn´t quieted myself to hear His voice more often. His voice of peace and loving touch.

I say touch because I had gotten the image of God coning my hair, just running his fingers through my hair, counting every one of them. Smiling, twisting his fingers among my curls and treasuring me. I just felt like falling in love.

Through the week, God confirmed me this message through different people. All had the same loving message, a kind of loving dedication from God. This is what I have to say:

The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away, for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.

Let me see your face,
Let me hear your voice,
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.

My beloved is mine, and I am his;

he grazes among the lilies.

Song of Solomon 2:8, 10-11,14 & 16