I am amazingly grateful for the way God speaks to me.
It’s true, what they say. He has a still, small voice. Something you would miss if you weren’t paying attention, something tailored to me, perfectly conformed to the way that my heart moves, infinitely romantic and lovely. He speaks to me in signs, synchronicities and coincidences.
He writes me love notes with the world, and I read them.
Seeing shapes of the clouds, shapes of objects could spell a word.
Seeing an image in my environment linked to a certain memory or person.
My intuition pulling me to read or watch some particular thing, drawn to a particular word or image.
A text received while I am thinking about a question that I had.
And then the peace. Awareness and peace flood in as my body becomes hyper-vigilant and focused on the sign, my heart beats as I recognize its significance and am amazed and grateful once again.
What a beautiful God we have.
