I called a friend not long ago and a man’s voice answered the phone. I realized at that moment that I had no idea if it was her husband or her teenaged son. His voice had changed!
I am thinking of this now as I am in my studio working on a quilt project. The part of the project I am doing is simple yet time-consuming and was not my favorite and thus much avoided, however I learned something a while back. During this mindless but long step in the process, I can do the work and let my thoughts and my heart drift from my fabric to my Lord.
Suddenly, the dreaded part of the work, still something I don’t care for, passes much more pleasantly for me. This morning as I work I have the doors to the deck open and my room is “noisy” with sound . . . and this is the reason I am reminded of my friend’s son and his voice change. You see, the Lord’s voice changes also. Sometimes I can hear His voice like a man standing in the room with me. Sometimes my spirit hears what my human ears cannot, sometimes I hear His voice in a delicate coo from a baby, and today His voice is the sweetest music to my ears for the loud noise I mentioned? It is the many birds outside my room in the trees in and surrounding my yard. They are feeling His love and sharing it with me and His voice has touched my heart through them!