One of the first things a parent wants to do is communicate legibly with their child. If that is the case for flawed human parents, we can expect that God Who loves us perfectly will also be yearning to communicate to His children. I believe He is always speaking to us but the challenge lies with becoming still enough to hear that still small voice.
On that note, I want to share a few examples of times when God has spoken to my heart and how my responses to those whispers led me down pathways of adventure that have thrilled my spirit and left me wanting to hear His voice every single moment of my life.
One recent example happened last week. I had been suffering from a rather strange cough that was fueled by an extremely irritated throat. I had never experienced anything like it in my life (no exaggerations). It felt like my throat had developed a mind of its own. Without warning, I would get a very strong irritating sensation and that would set off a bout of coughing that would always leave me in tears caused by the reflex action. It was embarrassing to say the least. Being a pharmacist, I tried out all sorts from cough sweets, lozenges, syrups, antihistamine tablets etc. There was no success. Then I got my room spring cleaned to make sure I wasn’t dealing with a dust irritation. Still no success. I tried drinking a lot more water but the symptoms persisted. Finally, I got to my wit’s end and cried out to God one morning for a supernatural healing from this menace. Immediately, I sensed a distinctly clear impression in my heart and I made out the words: “We do not waste miracles in Heaven. Take out the cleaning bleach and the problem will be solved”. The bleach! That was the answer. I went to my bathroom and turned to back label of the bleach and saw that it was never to be left for more than two minutes at a time. I was leaving it for hours whenever I cleaned my bathroom and the powerful chemicals were irritating the lining of my throat and causing a cough reflex as my body was trying to expel the fumes I was breathing in! Do you know I didn’t cough a single time after that day! Little encounters like these give me a deeper revelation of how much God loves us. He is interested in even the small details of our lives.
On another occasion about three years ago, I was hurrying to shut down the pharmacy where I worked at the time because it was a ten minute walk to the train station where I caught my train to London. The train was to leave at 6:15pm from Guildford. However, at about 5:59, a customer rushed into the pharmacy to pick up their prescription and I had no choice but to attend to her. Unfortunately, I had already shut down and performed all my end of day procedures as we shut at 6pm. Having to do all of that all over meant I could not possibly make the 6:15 train and I had to be in London early for a very important function. During the quiet moments of the working day, I was reading a book called ‘Practising His Presence’. It’s an amazing book by the way. It had immersed me into a world I never knew existed before. The world of hearing God’s voice almost on a minute by minute basis. That prepared me for the adventure I am about to share. Leaving the store at 6:10pm, I knew it was impossible to catch my regular train. I was about to despair at the thought of missing out on what I was to attend in London, that voice that has become a lot more familiar now, whispered somewhere in my heart: “what’s the point of having read that book if you will not practice what it teaches”. Being unfamiliar with His voice, I paused for a moment and dared to respond: “what do you mean by that?” To which He replied: “if you want to catch that train, just ask and I will do it”. At this point I was certain I was losing my mind but I just chose to proceed in this weird adventure by replying: “delay or hold the train long enough for me to catch it”. He said “that’s easy but I want you to be specific so you never doubt Who you were talking to”. I said, “if the train departs at 6:20pm, I will make it”. To which He replied: “done”! This was exciting to me. I thought to myself, could this really be possible? That train has NEVER been late to London since I started taking that route.Would it depart at exactly 6:20pm? Should I be running at this point or just keep walking at my normal pace trusting that I had just settled the matter with God?
All these questions ran through my mind and my nerves came alive at the prospect of experiencing God in a way I had never done before. I walked into the station at 6:16pm and looked across the platform to see my train to London sitting there! I was stunned. The temptation to run across the platform and join the train was strong at this point but I decided to trust this voice that promised me so I just walked casually to the train as though it wasn’t originally scheduled to leave at 6:15pm! I sat on my seat at 6:18pm and I thought to myself: are we going to depart now? I noticed that the train conductor was arguing with someone but at exactly 6:20pm, he shut the doors and the train commenced its journey to London Waterloo! I was speechless for a while! Then excitement broke through my heart as I marveled at what had just happened.
I shared these stories not to draw any glory to myself. My aim is to point you to a God Who speaks and cares deeply for each of His children. There are many more stories I could have shared but this is not the platform to do so. My objective is to ensure you that God speaks if you’re willing to listen. There are filters we can apply to ensure we are not hearing our own flesh or even the devil. We must be careful but as with everything in life, it gets better with practice (not necessarily time). Don’t be afraid to step out into this adventure of hearing and obeying God’s voice. Nothing is more thrilling and satisfying. It changes everything when you have a personal revelation of His care and concern for you.
In these times, hearing God’s voice is critical for the believer. Jesus said: ”My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me; – John 10:27
- How can we know the voice of God? (pastormikesays.wordpress.com)