My whispered confession of faith thundered through the heavens and a thousand angels rejoiced!
Oh, the work of the Holy Spirit of God! He called me with a whisper. Not unlike the gentle, reassuring whisper of my mother when I was very young and afraid of the dark, and very much like my father's rare but tender affirmations of acceptance.
It was a love song, a serenade of surrender to grace, a promise of peace and the hope of home. How did I not hear it long ago?
I'm certain now that I've come to know the unfailing love of my Creator, that He's been calling me all of my life. There were times when I turned to find Him with out-stretched arms but I dismissed the invitation and turned back to the world. And in the world I lived and listened and believed so many lies until, finally the hiss of deception filled my head and its poison began seeping miseries into my soul.
As my spirit writhed in confusion I found myself reaching back through shadows of sin and echos of innosense to the edge of a memory. A simple melody I learned as a child. 'Whisper a prayer in the morning...God answers prayer in the morning...' And so I did. And so He did. And I turned to find Him reaching out right where He was before. He had never left me. .
I've turned my face to Truth and now I hear Him always. He whispers assurance through the sleepy sighs of my child, hope in the springtime, faithfulness in the rain and promise when it has ceased. I hear His mercy in the summer breeze, compassion through my weeping, help in my striving, grace in my failures and love every time I whisper a prayer.
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