I Heard God

We all hear voices. That’s why therapists, counselors and clergy have no shortage of work.

We hear voices from our past: Teachers, preachers, and parents told us what to do. They weren’t always nice about it.

Then there are the voices from cynics, critics and doubters whose disbelief in us still rings in our ears.

And then there are the voices calling out our names today.

Somewhere in the din is the voice of God. I heard it. Not just once, but all throughout my life. Most of the time I ignored it, because I didn’t believe or was just too stubborn to listen.

But like a distant whisper, I know it’s Him.

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“You are my beloved.”

I haven’t always felt beloved. In fact, I was a misfit. And you probably were too.

I can relate to David. When Samuel came to anoint one of Jesse’s sons, David was sent out to tend the sheep because he was called “the little one.”

And later, when the boys of the family were sent out to take on the Philistines, David was sent not with a sword or armor, but with bread and cheese.

Some warrior. Some king. What an introduction. “Here comes dinky with the cheese plate.”

But David, the beloved one, was chosen and honored as a “man after God’s heart.”

He kept on, despite rejection, because he heard God. And if you listen hard enough, so will you.

“The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”
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I heard God