I'm reposting Thursday's blog and linking to Spiritual Sundays.
My father has lost a lot of his hearing over the last few years. He's no longer comfortable in noisy environments, and he misses much of dinner-table conversation.
However, if Mother so much as whispers from two rooms away, he's got every word down. Mother whispers; Daddy hears. It's a marvel of sorts.
John 10:27 says, "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me."
Quite frankly, I think I need to go to sheep school and study Shepherd Speech 101. I've been so certain, so positively certain, that I heard the voice of God before. Not literally, of course, but in my spirit. I felt something was so right. So perfect for me. Exactly what I needed at the time.
I really don't know, and I guess some things we'll never figure out. But one thing is certain: If I'm going to know the Good Shepherd's voice, and be totally tuned in (as Daddy is to Mother), I've got to spend time with Him on a regular basis, being still and listening. ♦