At cell group today, we were talking about "Waiting:Time with God". Lois said something that I found interesting. She said, "It's not that God cannot speak in a loud voice, it's just that He chooses not to."
I was like "Wow" and I closed my eyes.
I saw myself floating in space and I was confronted with a whole load of stuff floating in front of me. The one guiding thought in me at that time was "I want to hear what God has to say!" I concentrated really hard but I heard nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Then I floated toward the junk and started moving them aside. I would grab a piece and fling it backward and away from me (regardless the size of the piece). After flinging a few pieces away, I stopped to listen again and this time heard some faint scratching in the mess ahead of me. So I got back to my flinging.
Whenever I would stop the flinging to listen, I would hear muffled sounds that resembled more and more like speech. I got back to the flinging until all that was left was a tiny little speaker (the speaker looked like the speaker that Charlie used to speak to his Angels! go figure).
From that little box, with all the junk gone, me just beside the speaker, I could hear very clear speech.
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So I asked God what it meant and this is the impression that I got.
The first thing is whether or not I really want to hear God's directions for me.
The next thing was to get down and dirty and clear up the mess that was creating the block from hearing Him. This is going to be hard, deliberate work.
As I work though, He promises to encourage me along the way.
Soon, as I keep at it, I will have cleared away all the rubbish and it would be just me and Him. I would then have the pleasure of hearing His voice.
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