Father, I long for your voice.
When I fail to hear You, help me remember that Your Word is Your breath on a page.
Through meditating on these stories of old,
help me rejoice over how You spoke to the
unexpected,
unkept,
unworthy,
and unloved.
May I hold onto hope that you are still speaking.
God, remind me of the power of Your voice.
Help me to remember how You
set free captives,
healed the hurting,
and brought people from death to life.
In Your Word,
we read of creation in the existence of light, the separation of skies and waters, and humanity’s form from dust.
In Your Word,
we heard of the freedom in the Israelites’ leaving bondage and slavery.
In Your Word,
we witnessed the promises of generations coming to pass through the lives of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
Whether through the rumble of a thunderous storm or the quiet and most gentlest of whispers, your voice reckons. Disrupts. Changes.
Jesus, you said that if we ask, it will be given to us.
If we seek, we will find,
If we knock, the door will be opened.
So, God, I am asking to hear You.
God, I am seeking Your voice.
God, I am knocking.
In your silence, may I remember you are never silent.
Help me listen closely for
Your still, small voice in Scripture,
in the sound of You in the rustling of trees,
Or in the echo of Your declarations in the mountains and the valleys.
Empower me to continue seeking Your voice all the days of my life and grant me the patience that comes with pursuing relationship with You wholeheartedly.
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