No over thinking.
No extreme planning and linking and photographing.
Just FIVE minutes of writing to see what comes out.
It’s not ironic or a coincidence that Five Minute Friday’s writing prompt is VOICE.
Hearing God’s voice can be difficult.
Sometimes it comes to me as thunder.
Like literally thunder. Scary, booming and intimidating.
Other times it’s a soft whisper.
Did you just say that, God?
Are you sure?
Tell me again, please.
A private communication shared by daughter and Father.
I’m in a weekly Bible study and we’re studying Psalms.
This week I’ve been reading contemplating the voice of the LORD.
What that means to me in many ways.
When I was a child and prone to nightmares, the only voice that seemed to soothe me was my father’s voice.
Not an award-winning father, (understatement), my dad’s voice was the perfect blend of stern and caring
Not always, mind you (see above parenthetical comment),
But when the shapes were crashing in around me
Triangles, rectangles and circles whirling toward me like meteorites in my dreams
I really did have those kind of visual nightmares often as a little girl
I was only comforted by his voice
The same is true today
Though I look up and listen heavenward
Through the din and clamor of this world,
I’m inclining my ear to the One who understands and hears me
My moans and aches and prayers
He catches my attention in the way only a Father of the eternal kind can do.