When God Speaks To Me

As I grow more and more in my walk with Christ I experience the Lord speaking to me in new ways.
There once was a time where I would have said "the Lord has never spoken to me personally".
Now, anyone who knows the Lord knows that's not true. First, for a personal word from God all we have to do is open up our bibles and simply read it it ourselves.
Second, my reason for saying the above would have been because I had not heard the Lord speak to me audibly, which in my immature phases as a baby Christian I thought was the only encounter I deemed worthy. I thought that since I didn't have a radicle encounter to tell people about that it wasn't important. I thought that if I wasn't seeing angels, it wasn't important.

Now it has taken many seasons of sharpening to come to know the Lord's voice.

When he speaks to me it is a whisper, He puts thoughts in my head,
new revelations. Words from his heart that set me free.
How I know these are words from the Lord is this; If my thoughts were being ever typed in a word processor, Mine would be Times New Roman, and his would be helvetica, or sans script or something a lot more profound than my own.

It's amazing how one word from the Lord can completely renew us. His whispers in my ear are what sound the loudest in my heart.

I have learned to seek the Lord in my quiet place.

 ⁵ “And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. ⁶ But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. ⁷ And when you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think they will be heard because of their many words. ⁸ Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him.


This passage has done wonders for my prayer life. I would often get stressed out because I didn't know how to pray right. I would fear having to pray in public for the fear of not looking holy enough. It wasn't until I realized that what I did in private and the depths of my heart was what God cared about. Not what words I chose to bless someone with. That it was what was in my spirit, and the faith that I had in God was what mattered in prayer.

This passage reminds me how amazing it is when I go to God. That I don't have to put on a face, I don't have to try to "be the right kind of person", that all I have to do is simply go before him, show him the depths of my heart and surrender. Now isn't that freeing? 

he has set a longing upon my heart.

I long for what is holy,
I Long for what is sacred,
I Long to persevere,
and never be shaken.

I long to be a mother,
I long to be a mentor,
I long to be a woman,
who has her father's favor.

I long to be broken, for those who are battered

I long to show them how greatly their lives matter.

for I know am cherished,
I know I am treasured,
I know the love the father gives me cannot be measured.

Deep wells he has dug for me,
full of prosperity.

I Long to receive,
I Long to be redeemed,
I Long for renewal,
that only the father brings.

I long for the word,
on my heart it's written,
to walk in righteousnes,
is my life's mission.