I have a certain legacy in the 'voices' of my world, when I listen closely and carefully to my heart!
I hear in the whispering wind, the voice of my Creator, reminding me He's everywhere - the reality of His Life and Presence, evidenced by the very breath I breathe the very next beat of my heart!
I hear the many voices of my past - of special people who gave so much - to help, to shape me into who I am today. If I listen carefully, the memories they gave me teach and guide me still - even though they're long since gone!
In the Spring, the lusty smell of freshly turned soil testifies of my earthly home. I am reminded that my body is made from earth and shall return to dust when it's laid down. Yet I'm assured by a Great Internal Voice, that my spirit shall live on - I shall never die! I will return to God, my Savior, and my eternal home!
I believe I can say with Job of old:
25) I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that He shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
26) And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
27) Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me. (Job 19:25-27 KJV)
As a boy on the farm, I would sometimes lie on my back out in the hay field, watching the passing of summer clouds. Often, the smell of fresh-cut hay would fill my nostrils; lifting my spirits as I watched a great parade of the most interesting images that passed by just above! Sometimes, while I lay spread out on the ground, a cool, misty rain would wash the dust of play from my face, my hands and arms. I knew that I belonged; I was truly a part of God's world!
Now, though I'm nearing seventy years of age, the sweet fragrance of fresh-cut hay still speaks to me of freshness and of exhilarating freedom! It speaks clearly of God's grace and His forgiveness that, by faith alone, has cleansed and freed my soul from sin and shame!
On a cloudless summer night, countless brilliant stars enhance my sky. The Spirit of that great expanse calls on me to reach above - beyond my day-to-day - far beyond what I can only touch and feel. In my heart I hear the wisper of His loving voice that says, "Reach out, my son I have more for you than you could ever dream!"
Soft fingers of sunlight, through the beautiful array of pastel colors in a summer sunset, reach into my soul as only God can and always when I need Him most! Truly, it is joy unspeakable and full of glory!
My heart swells at the beauty in the many bright and varied colors of fall truly, the Master Painter has faithfully done this thing again! Later on, as the leaves disconnect from their source of life falling, to blanket the ground below - I'm reminded of the Fall of Man and His separation from his loving Creator! Yet I look forward, with a deep assurance, that resurrection life lies really just ahead through faith in what my Savior's done on my behalf!
The chill of a crisp and moonlit winter night, freshens my awareness, stirring in my chest as I breathe it all in. The far-distant cry of a coyote is like the "still-small-voice" of God, inviting me into His presence - beckoning me to follow after Him seeking His perfect will!
There are many voices in my world. The One that means the most to me by far is the One that only I can hear as I listen carefully to my heart! Thank you, my Lord, for the awesome peace and rest that comes by the Still, Small Voice of Your Spirit! I shall be found, forever grateful..!
Truly, my heart-felt desire is to create an ever-growing hunger in the hearts of all those that the Lord will enable me to reach with the undeniable truth of His Word: the Message of the Cross - Jesus Christ and Him Crucified!