I used to think God never spoke to me. I grew up in a church where people always started sentences by saying, “I really felt like God was telling me to...” I honestly thought they were delusional. I also thought that maybe I wasn’t good enough for God to waste His time talking to me. I had secret CDs and VanHalen tee shirts stashed in my childhood dresser after all.
Sadly, these thoughts followed me for about 27 of my 28 years on this planet.
As I’ve gotten a little older, I’ve realized that God speaks to me every day. He speaks to me through the wind blowing through our wheat fields, beautiful Montana sunsets, funny patients at work, sunflowers popping up in my yard, sweet snuggles from my Shy dog, texts and phone calls from my dad, the meadow larks singing in the morning, cows mooing contentedly in a field, letters from former students of mine...
One of my favorite scriptures is Elijah 19:11-13:
“The Lord said, ‘Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.’
Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind.
After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake.
After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire.
And after the fire came a gentle whisper.
When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.
Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here Elijah?”
God doesn’t always speak in big, loud gestures. In my experience, He speaks through the quiet moments of my every day life. Only when I slow down enough to appreciate those moments, do I hear that voice that has been so elusive to me all these years.
As you move through this day, don’t forget to slow down and listen. You never know what you might hear in the stillness.