For years, I have heard of those to whom the Holy Spirit's voice was loud and fairly clear. No, not necessarily an audible voice, but whose promptings were unmistakable. I desired to have that, though it seemed impossible. To me, the voice of the Holy Spirit was the sound of pale voice being spoken though a dense pillow in the middle of an Oklahoma wind storm!
This wasn't the fault of the Spirit. This was a result of my disobedience. I always knew and agreed with the idea that it was important to spend time in God's word, yet I didn't do it. I did pray, but how much got through?
When I Eric Browning invited many people to read through the Bible in the 365 days of 2010, I accepted the challenge. It really wasn't very long before the voice of the Holy Spirit started coming in a little clearer. Some of the text I read was very pertinent to the dark valley in which I found myself, but much of it was not. I do think, however, that a connection between myself and the creator was restored. This was a connection that I had been invited to make and long since dropped.
"Hi, God... I'm back, sorry about that."
David
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