I’m so thankful to have Rachel Wojnarowski here today. She is originally a small town country girl who converted to a suburban mother of seven by way of life happening. She and her husband, Matt, enjoy caring for their busy family, whose ages span 9 months to 21 years and includes a special needs daughter. Rachel leads community ladies’ Bible studies in central Ohio and serves as an event planner and speaker for special needs parenting groups. She is a member of the Ohio Writers’ Guild and the National MPS Society; and loves to inspire others through her blog by sharing faith, family, and fun. Wife, mom, reader, writer, speaker and dreamer, you can find Rachel on Twitter and Facebook.
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Can You Hear Me Now?
The breeze blew across the park just as I arrived at the halfway mark. Turning to retrace my steps toward home, my heart was deep in conversation with the Creator who provided the strength for steps. And with each step, my prayers became more persistent.
To me, conversing with God while running is as natural as the necessity to breathe. With the inhale is a thought of repentance; perhaps the exhale holds a bit of a plea for His will in my life. This particular day my mind dwelled on thoughts of how God speaks to His people in this generation and decade. His speech is not just for the church leaders or the pastor. I want to hear God’s voice so clearly that the existence is unmistakable. His Word promises that intimate communication and I crave it.
Now I’ve never heard God’s voice audibly. If I did, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be writing this right now due to heart failure. But I can tell you the Holy Spirit speaks to my heart clearly and distinctly.
On this particular run, I was asking God that very question. “How do You make Yourself known to us in this generation, Lord?” And about that time, a little boy, around the age of 3, slid out of his house as I was running by. He stopped at the end of the sidewalk. Then he looked me right in the eyes and said “Hi!” in a tiny shy-boy voice. He waved and I returned his wave. Afterward he stood and watched me until I turned the corner.
God whispered to my heart: That’s how I speak today. The same way I’ve spoken for centuries- through what you may consider to be small and insignificant. This is why so many miss my voice. The large, magnificent, and busy entertain and engage you. The distractions overtake you and keep you from my ways. Listen for the small voice. To hear it, you’ll need to be still.
And he said, “Go out and stand on the mount before the LORD.” And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. And after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper. I Kings 19:11&12
Q4U:
When was the last time you were still enough for God to speak to your heart?
