the one that speaks to fish, and to widows and their young men. the voice that commends great faith and great messengers. the one that says, 'your sins are forgiven. go in peace.'
the voice that spoke to the fish who then vomited Jonah onto dry land.
the God who says, 'do not weep' and 'young man, I say to you, arise.'
a voice brimming with authority... a voice spilling over with tender compassion.
that voice.
"But he who enters by the door is the shepherd of the sheep. To him the gatekeeper opens. The sheep hear his voice, and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes before them, and the sheep follow him,
for they know his voice."
John 10:2-4
I'm listening and waiting for the voice of my Beloved Shepherd.
He who says, she who has been forgiven much, loves much... and that's oh so true.
O Lord, it's so loud, there's so much noise.
So many voices vying for my attention.
Sometimes they drown out the quiet,
'your sins are forgiven, go in peace'.
But I'm sticking right behind You...
Help me to fine tune my hearing to
Your beautiful, winsome calling,
Your irrefutable commanding,
Your tenderest whispering,
Your voice saying my name.
Oh sweet Jesus, I long for the day,
when I'll sit at Your feet
and listen to Your voice. all. day. long.
Thank You for speaking to me today through Your Word.
{this is posted today at 66books}
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