There’s something glamorous and magical in the notion of God speaking to man. The concept of the Divine breaking through heavenly barriers to whisper a morsel of truth or hint toward the future; it’s like an infallible fortune cookie waiting to be cracked open. I sit with this notion often; waiting, hoping and praying that God would break the silence and speak to me and guide me, certain that His voice will bring the clarity and comfort I can’t find elsewhere.
But it’s rarely like that. Every time I’ve heard God’s voice (the loud and clear times) it’s been raw and unnerving. With laser-like precision he exposes heart-wrenching truths (and lies) hiding beneath the surface, revealing a new reality through which I must now see the world, and scarier yet, myself. He’s never left me to navigate these new realities on my own, but it’s painful and exhausting nonetheless, and to be honest- I’m not sure I can handle the latest revelation. It’s too close, too real, too much a part of who I am- too ingrained in every relationship and pursuit I have. I don’t know what will be left of me if I let God into this one.
Cryptic, I know- more to come later, I’m sure.
Wow, Nate… I’m hooked. Please keep sharing.