REG#3

How can you not be moved by the spirit? How can your heart not be happy for the Lord? I love late mornings… for many reasons. This morning was beautiful late morning though, because I am so in love with life right now. As I read this scriptures about the voice of the Lord and how he speaks with his children I can not help but to hear the Lord’s voice speak to me. I can not help but to think back only a few hours ago when I laid in my bed thinking about how wonderful life is. I can not help but to feel like God is speaking to me.
He speaks to me so personally sometimes. I truly can hear his voice as it comes into my heart. In all truth I can not always understand what he is says; I get the impressions or the jest of the message, but words can not describe what we talk about. Other times he talks to me through others, a sunset, lucky pennies, and so on. I want to focus on the direct voice of the Lord though. The one that is clear. The voice that is so clear that you feel like you are speaking to someone who is in the room with you right now. That someone who is present is sending you a message. That is the voice that I am thinking of.
Some nights when I can not go to sleep I imagine that God is tucking me into bed. Just like any father I am sure that he loves to tuck his children into bed. That when the sun sets and the nigh sky is draped across the heavens that is his way of pulling the blanket up to my chin. That when the night birds call, the wind blows through the trees, the rain drizzles, that he is singing a lullaby to me. That his lullaby is beautiful and about love and kindness. I can hear the music and it enters my heart. It makes me feel calmed and loved. I like to imagine his face- not so that I can KNOW, but so that I can believe and recognize him. I image his eyes shine like the rays of sun or the beams of star light. I image that he feels warm like the summer breeze when he hugs me good night. I image that his lips are soft like clay when he kisses me on my forehead good night. I image that his arms are strong, stronger than the wind, stronger than the waves, and larger than the mountains when he encircles me in his arms and holds me close.
Then he tells me all of the beautiful things of the word. He tells me about the butterfly that hatched from his cocoon today, and he tells me about the rainbows. We don’t talk about the world problems at night, sometimes, but most of the time we talk about the beautiful things. I tell him about my day, and what happened. I tell him what I loved, and what I want. He listens, and listens. He does not say anything when he knows that I wont listen. He tells me everything when he knows that I am listening.
He does not answer all of my questions in an instant. Although, most days he answers my questions rather quickly. He tells me when I am reading in my text book the next day. Other times he just tells me when I am walking to class. He tells me when I am not paying any particular attention to anything, and he tells me when I am concentrating on something. I can feel the thoughts come into my body. They don’t hit me, and they don’t soak into me, but they come to me. More like they walk right through me, and if I don’t write them down or repeat them to myself then they are gone.
The voice of the Lord is a beautiful voice. I am thankful that I have the gift of the Holy Ghost in my life, and that when I am worthy and humble I can hear God’s voice in my life. His voice is the voice of truth.