A Desert Song
For the last several years, I’ve felt kind of lost.
I’m not sure if it’s lost in being unable to see over the piles of laundry and dirty dishes, or lost because I can’t hear my own thoughts over the chaos of my home, or just lost because I haven’t taken the time to look down and figure out where I’m going.
But I’ve felt lost.
I’ve felt lost, like I’ve been wandering in an endless desert, living on manna for each day, but still hungry. Suddenly, I’m seeing something on the horizon. I can’t quite make out what it is, but I see it there. And I hear a Voice guiding me in that direction.
And I’ve had an odd sensation these last few weeks. Something’s been stirring in my gut, and I can’t quite shake it. No, it’s not the spaghetti sauce I left sitting on the counter overnight and then ate anyway… rather, it’s a stirring of (dare I say) a spiritual level.
God’s been speaking to my heart in a deep and intimate way… and for the first time in a long time, I’m hearing Him. I’m still not exactly sure what He’s saying, but I find myself resonating with Samuel in scripture:
“Speak, for your servant hears” (1 Samuel 3:10)
So here I am, doing the first thing I am pretty sure He’s been telling me to do. I know He’s been asking me to write. I’m not sure if it’s just a therapeutic thing for me. I’m not sure that I even have anything to say for anyone else to hear. But I DO know that God’s asked me to sit down at my computer and to start writing.
So here I am. Writing. Listening. Obeying (or at least trying to).
Speak, O Lord.
Q: What are your disciplines for hearing the voice of God? I’d love to hear your experiences.