đ§şFaith in the Ordinary
There are moments when I sit down to write, and the words come fast and full. And other timesâlike todayâI realize: this isnât just me.
I look out the window, and the sky is quiet. Soft clouds drift, gentle and hushed, while my memory still holds yesterdayâs sunsetâbold, fiery, loud with color.
God speaks through both.
Sometimes He shouts in sunsets.
Sometimes He whispers in cloud cover.
And sometimes, He uses our hands to say what someone else needs to hear.
This is one of those moments.
This is not my voice.
This is His.
đ Anchor Verse
âMy sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.â
â John 10:27 (NKJV)
đ§ Reflection Prompt
Have you ever written or spoken something that felt like it wasnât from you, but from God? How do you respond when you sense His voice moving through you?
đ Prayer for the Week
Lord, let me never become so loud that I miss Your whisper. Help me hear You in the quiet, in the ordinary, and in the gentle nudges of each day. Speak through me when You choose, and let all the glory be Yours. Amen.
