He Speaks

“And the dialect of God is the day just as it comes” Ann Voskamp

I pray a lot more now than I used to. I’m a mom and a wife, on my knees is a way of life: scooping up toys, lifting up babies, cleaning up spills… begging for new mercies and more grace. Desperately seeking wisdom in this journey.


he-speaksGod has the ability but, in my experience, rarely speaks loudly. His message is powerful and perfect and He can bend the winds of my life; I suppose that’s why He doesn’t shout.


He is communicating constantly; it’s just in our amplified neon world it is easy to miss the wind.


My God talks in subtleties; in rainy days and perfectly timed peonies, in traffic jams and puppy kisses, his guiding hand, a forceful slow down child.


He wakes me before dawn to ponder life with Him and see the world in the clear dark of dew.


Faith, communication, is more than a feeling or a justification of wants and I can’t rightly explain it.


But He speaks all day and I can only hear when I quiet down, and it’s worth the slow down.



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