I was talking to a classroom of 3rd graders and wanted to get the point across that God loved them so so much. To do so, I lowered my voice — almost to a whisper — and said “You are loved”.
I had them wrapped in wonder until a boy in the back yelled out, “Talk Louder!”
Since Makenzie’s death, I’ve wanted to tell God, “Talk Louder!” I want Him to use His outside voice, inside me! More and more, I realize that God is talking but not necessarily louder. I can hear Him speaking in a friend who calls just to see how I’m doing. I can hear Him speaking in a song that gives me hope. I can hear Him speaking in the early morning as the sun is blossoming out from the horizon. I can hear Him speaking in the words of His love letter to me, “I will not leave you. I will not forsake you.”
Peace
todd
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I feel like that sometimes. I am hoping you are doing better each day and that your heart heals piece by piece. Love ya’ll always
becca
This is a beautiful post. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us. Thank you for sharing your journey with us.
I hear His voice here with you.
Much love to you and yours old friend.
Vicki