His voice

I was sitting in my quiet house the other night, after Lucy was snug in her bed, spending some time reflecting on the day, checking facebook statuses and enjoying the tv being off and the drama of the day long gone when I heard the voice of God. I have only heard Him speak to me once before, which is a story I keep locked in my heart that only a few know of. I am not Moses. God does not speak to me with a burning bush. I am not an old testament prophet. I don't hear of God "speaking" to people, so I only share my story of His first words to me for those who will understand. But on this night, He spoke. It took me by surprise. I wasn't even really thinking of anything in particular... but I guess that this is when God will open your mind to Him fully. It was loud and yet so quiet, and at first, I didn't know what it was. It wasn't with my earthly ears, if this makes sense. He spoke only these words..."Pray, my children, pray." No specifics. No intent. Just to pray. And with the words, "my children," I assumed that he meant more than just me. For me to tell others. So...with me, will you pray? Pray without ceasing. If my Lord will request it, I can grant Him this.

"Pray continually"

I Thessalonians 5:17