The Voice of God
A dear friend of mine was asked to write 2 essays for a class that she is taking, she titled them "How the Holy Spirit is present in my life" and "The Voice of God". She sent them to me as an encouragment to what I have taught her :) (of course it is the Holy Spirit, not really me). I found it so amazing how she was able to put down in type, how I feel and think. As many of you know, I am a talker!!! Yes, surprise, surprise!! But there are alot of times I wish I could get down on paper, what I teach and speak. Well here it is. My friend and I are so similar, it is crazy sometimes to believe that we actually get along :) But unlike the world, instead of being competetive, or jealous, we encourage and feed off of each other!!! God is so amazing.
I love you
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As I even begin to write this, I find myself praying in tongues, the manifestation of the Holy Spirit living within me even now. He tells me what to write and how to write it. He tells me things I need to say and, more importantly, when to keep my mouth shut. He tells me secrets, sharing with His daughter events before they happen for no other reason than for me to say, "Wow, God, you’re amazing. Thank you for bringing me Your Holy Spirit."
Since receiving the Holy Spirit about a year ago, He has spoken to me in dreams and visions. At first ignoring them, believing they were "pizza dreams," as I now know some dreams to be called, or simply believing my wild imagination was working overtime, I would go back to sleep or turn on the TV to drown out the pictures floating through my mind. The Holy Spirit, however, would not be ignored. People began to prophesy over me that I would have dreams and visions, that I was to write them down and not ignore them. They would tell me that all those pictures floating in my head were there for a reason and I needed to start seeking for others to help me interpret them and even pray that God would give me the interpretations. You see, even through others, the Holy Spirit has become incredibly real to me.
Now I have a hard time believing I ever knew life without Him. Was there really a time when I had dreams that I didn’t record? Where there really years when I hadn’t heard of prophecy and didn’t war over my future and the futures of my friends? Do you mean there was a time when I would pray over people and didn’t know if what I was praying was really what they needed to hear?
The Holy Spirit has called me to be an intercessor. I pray for people I don’t know: sad faces in grocery stores, angry voices in waiting lines, slumped shoulders, broken legs, broken and hardened hearts. He has told me that my focus is to be with teens. I pray for their futures. I even pray over the influence of the cartoons the future teenagers are watching; these cartoons are filled with demonic and pagan undertones.
There’s a different level to my prayer life than there used to be because of the Holy Spirit’s influence. He reveals things to me that sometimes I don’t want to know. He reveals pain in people’s lives, sins they are hiding, weights they are carrying, even wounds they are inflicting because of their own woundedness. Many times these are insights to people over me, people in
authority over me, in places of leadership. Other times they are my students who seem so sure of themselves on the outside.
My intercession is prophetic. The Holy Spirit has told me things God is going to do. He gives me words of encouragement for others. He tells me how to pray and in my being faithful in those prayers, in my encouragement, even in my confusion, He blesses me with a greater dose of the Holy Spirit, with more influence, with greater authority, and with more power.
So many think of the Holy Spirit as some hocus-pocus, spiritual high, a feeling, a gooeyness inside. Though I must admit that sometimes I am affected physically by what the Holy Spirit is doing, the greatest thing He has taught me is that I must believe and obey despite my feelings. He is the one that keeps my mouth shut when I want to scream or disrespect. He is the one that curbs my flesh when I want to gratify my selfish desires. However, He goes a step further. He then shows me God’s timing, when it is okay to scream, when I may speak out in authority and not in disrespect, but with power. He brings people around me to feed my love language of physical touch through touch that reminds me of my Heavenly Father. I receive a hug from a friend when I am crying. Someone holds my hand as they pray.
Lately, the Holy Spirit has been calling me to do prophetic activations as well. He is teaching me how to discern feelings I have or to understand that even in the physical the spiritual is manifested. I know that when I dance, I am breaking strongholds. When I sing, the enemy is plugging his ears, because people’s hearts are being touched. Not always does He tell me exactly when it is happening. It is later, when I am looking back or journaling that I receive a gentle nudge. God says, "Can’t you see how my Holy Spirit was working for you then? Can’t you see how He’s strengthening you even now?"
The Holy Spirit gives me peace, cradling me in a cloud of love. He is teaching me to do what is asked and then to sit back and watch. Watch as others strive. Watch as others wrestle with themselves and their personal demons. He tells me to do what I can, to pray for them, in the Spirit, through my own knowledge, through the rhema given to me. He has taught me not to
worry about others or about myself, but to believe and to watch my faithfulness manifest itself in others and even in my own life. I am so thankful for the Holy Spirit’s counsel.
Essay #2
I remember telling my mom, even as a little girl, that I heard God’s voice, that He spoke to me. She would reply with a, "that’s nice, honey," and continue on with whatever she was doing at the time. It wasn’t until high school that I realized this did not seem to be a normal occurrence with my friends. In fact, it was considered boastful or prideful. In college, my mother would answer one of my, "Because God told me to," with "Don’t you think it’s a bit self-righteous to think that God speaks to you personally?" It would be a few years before the wound of those words was healed.
I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t God’s voice, but then He’d talk to me louder. I know Scripture says that He’s a still, small voice, but I hear God more as the roaring thunder, the crashing waves, and the howling wind. He often has to yell in order to get my attention. When I argue, His voice becomes more stern. When we talk, I often hear His laughter, clear, with no malice. It’s pure.
Even now, I fear that as you read this that I have overstepped bounds. However, the Bible says that His sheep know His voice. I know I am one of His sheep, however stupid and stubborn I may be. I will follow the shepherd and the main way He has taught me to follow is to discern His voice over the others I may hear.
At seventeen years old, I devoted my journal to God. It is my conversation with Him. It’s where I am most likely to tell Him my fears, my joys, and my dreams. I pray for people and I vent about the day’s events. Then I sit back and I wait. ( Oh, how I wish I could say I always do this, but I do not. I sometimes go weeks without writing or when I do, it is to chronicle events and not to listen for answers.) God will remind me of a Scripture and I will write it out. A previous conversation with a friend will come to mind. A picture of what was happening in the heavenly realms will appear in my mind’s eye as clearer than whatever I am truly looking at. The phone will ring and the person calling will have an encouraging word for me. When that message is finished, possibly days later, I write His answer in my journal. He has taught me that not only is His voice audible in my mind, but He will speak through others. He will bring the Word of God to life. My heart will rev up, a burst of energy will come, or a sense of peace greater than my circumstance will overwhelm. Oh, how vast are the ways God will talk to His people if they will only listen!
God speaks to me about my past in order to make my present more clear. He will remind me of silly dreams I had in high school. " do you remember the dream where you were playing piano and a second set of hands were invisibly playing with you? I was speaking to you then in dreams. I have already recorded the music of your life," He says. "Do you remember when you couldn’t sleep because voices were speaking to you? It hurt me to see you so uncomfortable, but even as those demons told you as a little girl that you were bad, I was right there, holding you as you cried and repented of sins you hadn’t even committed. I had to allow them to in order to prepare you for how you are going to war for me. I am bringing you an army," He says, as He holds me. "I made you unique. You’ve always felt different and you have often hated it, but I’m going to use it for My glory." I believe I have thanked God for these words as many times as I have also told Him to tell someone else and leave me alone. However, whenever it feels that He has left me alone, I find myself crying out for another word, another hug, a peal of his laughter. The voice of God is wonderfully addicting.
Movies have a greater depth when God speaks His love through them. From romantic comedies to documentaries, God shows His love for me and the power He gives others. I see His steadfastness in the hero’s diligence. I see His devotion in the heartthrob’s risking everything in order to see his love one last time. I admit, it sounds a bit ridiculous, but I can’t deny how God romances me during those times. He tells me how I am captivating to Him, how He sees me as a precious treasure. The voice of God is intimate.
Most recently God’s voice has spoken through others in the form of prophecy. I have seen some of my prophecies come true and I know it is to increase my faith in another way that God wants to comfort and encourage me. He also speaks to me this way to help me believe that I can speak to others in the same way. Now, when I prophesy over others, He will often remind me of what I said because it can be applied to my life as well. He corrects and disciplines me. I find myself praying over the conditions that are in my prophecies. "If I will do this, He will grant me that. Oh Lord, help me to do this so I can get that."
The voice of God is present in my life. He starts my morning with a song, a Scripture, or a simple, "I love you, my child." During the day, He tells me where my focus should be. He directs my speech and often, He speaks for me. At night, He soothes me to sleep, reminding me of the days’ events, often bringing to minds things I found funny and He laughs with me. He sings me a lullaby in the form of a song of praise or hymn. Always, when I ask Him to and many times when I don’t, He reaches out to me with a heavenly kiss, like a beautiful sunset, or, perfectly timed, the playing of one of my favorite songs on the radio. The voice of God is ointment for my soul.
May he be ointment to all your souls as well! You all are a blessing to me and so many others, even when you think you aren't, you are!!!