My Sheep Know My Voice

Looking back, I knew His Voice before I ever started obeying Him. I knew it in His warnings, that I didn’t follow; and the sick gut feelings, as I ignored His leading.

“Don’t get in that car.” I heard so clearly! And yet…I got in. And I still bear the scars, 45 years later.

“Turn around, and leave the house.” But I didn’t…and it set me back years emotionally.

I once heard a preacher say, “When God first starts to speak to you, He makes His Voice sound like someone you strongly Trusted.” For me, that was my father. Long before Alzheimer’s stole his ability to talk, my dad’s voice had become my most secure place to go to, in times of mental struggle. It was ALWAYS peaceful, encouraging, protective, and Trustworthy.

I wish I could say that since the day I chose to follow God, I could hear His Voice clearly. But, (at least for me), it took years of obeying and disobeying for it to finally become “Unmistakable”. For over 30 years now, I have dedicated the early morning hours between 3:00-5:00, to talk (mostly listen) to Him. What started out as a chore, a discipline, has become my desire…my Treasure. Like any relationship, to know someone’s Voice, you need to spend a lot of time together.

The picture I found for this blog, made my heart jump, because it so clearly reflects His Presence in my Life: Strong, Protective, but Intimate. He made His Voice first sound like someone I Strongly Trusted…my father. To now, sound like someone I wholeheartedly desire to Obey…

…My Shepherd.