I yearn for all of God's people to hear His voice as He speaks to them. So often as I tried to share the messages which I believe I have heard from the Lord, I am met with this comment, "But the Lord doesn't speak to me." My dear people of God, I truly believe that the Lord desires very much to speak to each one of you, to speak words of guidance, words of encouragement, words of love and even words of rebuke, sometimes.
To one dear sister in the Lord, when she commented that she was not hearing from the Lord I advised her to seek a quiet place and pray, asking the Lord to speak to her and begin to record the thoughts that came into her mind. She began to do this and soon she was receiving regular messages from the Lord. O yes, our own thoughts, and those which the enemy would put into our minds, will come in but soon you will be able to discern that which is from the Lord.
Recently in my quiet time with the Lord I read the following from "Streams in the Desert", compiled by Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman, which reveals much better than I could that "still, small voice of the Lord."
A score of years ago, a friend placed in my hand a book called "True Peace". It was an old medieval message, and it has but one thought...that God was waiting in the depths of my being to talk to me if I would only get still enough to hear His voice.
I thought this would be a very easy matter, and so began to get still. But I had no sooner commenced than a perfect pandemonium of voices reached my ears, a thousand clamouring notes from without and within, until I could hear nothing but their noise and din.
Some were my own voices, my own questions, some my very prayers. Others were suggestions of the tempter and the voices from the world's turmoil.
In every direction I was pulled and pushed and greeted with noisy acclamation and unspeakable unrest. It seemed necessary for me to listen to some of them and to answer some of them but God said, "Be still and know that I am God." Then came the conflict of thoughts for tomorrow, and its duties and cares; but God said, "Be still."
And as I listened and slowly learned to obey, and shut my ears to every sound, I found after awhile that when the other voices ceased, or I ceased to hear them, there was a still, small voice in the depths of my being that began to speak with an inexpressible tenderness, power and comfort.
As I listened it seemed to me the voice of prayer, the voice of wisdom the voice of duty, and I did not need to think so hard, or pray so hard, or trust so hard; but that still, small voice of the Holy Spirit in my heart was God's prayer in my secret soul, was God's answer to all my questions, was God's life and strength for soul and body, and became the substance of all knowledge, and all prayer and blessing: for it was the living GOD Himself as my life, my all.
It is thus that our spirit drinks in the life of our risen Lord, and we go forth to life's conflicts and duties like a flower that has drunk in, through the shades of night, the cool and crystal drops of dew. But as dew never falls on a stormy night; so the dews of His grace never come to the restless soul.
