Can anyone hear me?

Originally published Wednesday, 09 September 2015.

This morning, I woke up at 2 a.m.  I couldn't get a thought off of my mind from yesterday.  I got up and made my coffee the same.  But this morning instead of sitting in the same place, I declared war on a space that needed a victory.  My voice.

In case you haven't seen the movie The War Room, I won't spoil it for you.  But if you have seen the movie, then you will know that we have things worth fighting for.  For me, it's what I have wanted had for a long time.  And it's something that the Enemy also knows the power of.

My voice.

I woke up with the thought that no one was listening to me, I was even screaming it in a dream.  I jolted awake at 2 a.m. with the thought that no one was.  I have come to realize we need to yield more voices to fight the good fight.  We are equipped to fight many things that the world throws at us.  We are stronger than we think we are, and we have it within us to fight for the things that are important to us.  The best weapon I know is the Voice of God by the Sword of the Spirit, God's Word.

There is another thing that is important to me and worth fighting for.  The right to be heard and being a constant source or a place for a positive voice to speak in today's mixed up world.  A voice that is taken seriously.  His Voice is what I've taken seriously and have allowed change in my life to be change around me.  A good voice that speaks truth into people's lives. His sounds in my life remind me that God is still sovereign and mighty.  The Voice of Heaven calling out to His children to gather people in unity and love.  A sound consistently on repeat with words of love, joy and the ways of peace.

What are you reading?  What are you hearing?  What are you learning? Can anyone hear me?

Yesterday, I started out to run 6 miles, and I remembered a day when I couldn't walk one.  I've changed this habit by putting one foot in front of another consistently.  I have adopted something helpful when I start out to take my mind off of the pain that floods my body and think upon a voice that super-charges my soul to run forever.  I tune into the voice of God.  I listen to podcasts that give a voice of truth which speaks volumes from my little iPod Nano.  Listening to great teachers that inspire me to grow in faith has helped me get not only physically fit but also spiritually fit.  I might as well listen to something that inspires me while trying to improve myself.  

Yesterday, I had to slow my run to a walk so that I would listen better to the message flowing through my headphones.  I literally crept home as not to miss a word.  The Voice of Truth is always worth listening to.  This morning at 2 a.m..I had to confess to God that I wasn't heard in a conversation between my husband and I yesterday.  I had to stop my words and ask the Lord if I was listening to HIS VOICE correctly in our recent rooms of conversations with each other.  

I believe that's why He woke me up at 2 a.m., to take another listen to His voice from my heart of love because Jesus and I, we talk and I listen too.  Part of speaking anything with your voice is tone, and if your heart is somewhere other than a place of love then, it needs to remain silent until you can speak with love with whatever you are wanting to voice.  I recognized that even though I am awkward at saying what I really want to say, I am awkward at listening too.  That is really the root issue of most people to people conversations and this morning God reminded me His voice of truth comes in the stillness, when I am best at remaining silent and at a slow pace.  The way to listen well is from a heart of love.  

After writing and talking it out with God, I vowed to not be caught off guard anymore.  I will remain in a silent state when listening to God alone and work on improve my listening with a more open heart.  Not for the sake of wanting to be heard or validated by how it feels, but to know His heart of love for me in a deeper way.  I don't need the world's affirmations, validations or confirmations to know that one purpose set before me is to be a better representative of His voice, including and unto my own life.  Speaking of guarding, well I need to remain on guard of what goes into and comes out of my mouth but also what I allow into my heart and out of it.

May I always hear the question that heaven is asking all of us, "Can anyone hear me?  If so, then love everyone, in every way, and with every voice I have given you."