He Is My Pacifier

Imagine if God answered me each time I spoke to Him. Imagine if I could hear His words and delight in His voice. Imagine how He would calm me and satisfy my questions and quell my fears. I love to imagine it. How peaceful and simple my life would be to exchange words with God.

I heard my Lord’s voice once. I was distraught about my son. I can’t remember the reason that particular day, there were so many days. The pain came day after day and I had nervous breakdown after nervous breakdown. On this day, instead of gripping my Bible or writing pages of prayers, I gave up. I went to my room and collapsed on the bed. As the air left my lungs in defeat, I said, Lord, what happened to my boy? In that instant a voice bounced at me, bearing the slight note of a smile, He’s my boy. And then quieter, I just gave him to you to care for him. The voice was clear and strong but disappeared all at once, like a vapor. I have tried to recall it, but I can only remember its gift.  An immense burden rolled off my shoulders.  Comfort poured over me like warm oil. My illusion was lifted. God was in charge, all was in His hands.  He blessed me and I began to heal.

He is present and speaks to me in the Bible.  I read His words of comfort and guidance with faith in His great love and mercy.

I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace.  In this world you will have trouble.  But take heart!  I have overcome the world.  John 16:33