Well here I am heading down my now familiar track to my favourite place to meet god, the riverbank.
As I am strolling along I hear the sound of one of our native birds.
Anyone who has ever been in the Australian bush will be familiar with this sound.
Itís a common enough sound here but I am not sure which bird it is.
I knew that it was high up in the canopy so I stood straining my eyes to catch a glimpse of it. Try as I might I couldnít see it.
This is when father speaks into my spirit.
ďThatís how it is with me. You may not see me face to face, but you are familiar now with my voice. You have heard me speak to you time and time again.Ē
So just maybe I donít need to see god, but I sure need to be listening for him.
And just maybe while I am intent on hearing god speak to me I might catch a look too.
One thing I know, god is there because I have heard his voice, and it is as familiar to me as that birds call.