🧺This Is Not My Voice

🧺Faith in the Ordinary

Some days I sit down to write and wonder, Is this even my voice anymore?

The words sound softer. Less rushed. More sure. Not because I am — but because He is.

I’ve learned that God speaks in more ways than I ever realized. Not just through scripture or sermons. But through clouds. Through silence. Through sunsets that hush the world and whisper something eternal.

Sometimes, I don’t feel inspired. I just feel… still. And in that stillness, something speaks.

And it’s not me.

It’s the One who shaped the skies and painted the evening light. It’s the One who knows the ache behind my striving and answers with peace instead of pressure.

📖 1 Kings 19:12 (NKJV)
“And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.”

I used to think hearing God required dramatic moments or emotional highs. But lately I’ve realized:

He often comes like the evening sky — bold enough to catch your eye, soft enough to leave you listening.

This voice? It’s not mine.
But I’m learning to trust it.