Hear His Voice

We are so used to the cacophony of our busy days that….

quiet can leave us uneasy.


Don’t be scared of the silence.

Sometimes the Creator of the universe comes to us in the quiet.

He whispers in the gaps of the every day.

We need to be still so we can hear His voice.



He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.  Psalm 91:1 

Trying To Find Her Voice

This Thursday’s 2/20/14 writing prompt:
Finding Your Voice. 



Finding her voice is not always easy, because life can strangle, and breath comes hard and ragged.

She is a pleaser, and sometimes she hates that about herself. It is easier to say the right thing. It is what is expected.

She has words, ideas, thoughts, experiences. Wanting to be heard. Some times she wonders if that is possible?

A whisper of who she is, echoes on the wind. Softly, quietly

and then…….

Alone, she takes the opportunity to scream. The silence shatters as her voice slices the air.


It pours out. The emotion is wild. The tears cleanse.

Who is this person?

Where did she come from?


Everyone has a story. Even her.

The chapters of her story stained with the circumstances of life.

At times the words are trapped, they are too much. If the truth was told, it might not be pleasing.

And so she is quiet,

for now.


God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Psalm 46:1  ESV


Finding My Voice

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Today the topic is:  Finding My Voice. Bonnie, at Faith Barista, always seems to ask the tough questions.


Growing up I was always the quiet one.

The people pleaser.

The one who always did what needed to be done.

I didn’t want teachers calling on me, not because I didn’t know the answers, but because…

I was uncomfortable with my own voice.

What if what I said sounded stupid? What if what I said didn’t make sense? What if what I said wasn’t useful?

“What if” is a killer and fear is its accomplice.



But, deadly nonetheless.

It took me a long time to realize that what I had to say was just as important as the next person’s words.

And just as valid.

The older I get the more I realize that words are important.

That they need to be said.

That they should be said.

That voices are meant to be used.

That words can cause change.

Build courage. Right wrongs. Show compassion. Be encouragement. Find friends. Make people laugh.

Ease pain. Speak truth. Give assistance. Show passion. Be powerful. Be gentle. Allow worship and song.

Give courage. Show emotion.

Words are real…whether spoken or written.

I am no longer uncomfortable with my words.

My voice is a part of me…

And I choose to let it be heard.

May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart
   be pleasing in your sight,
   LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.  Psalm 19:14  NIV