The whole world is an omen and a sign. Why look so wistfully in a corner? Man is the Image of God. Why run after a ghost or a dream? The voice of divination resounds everywhere and runs to waste unheard, unregarded, as the mountains echo with the bleatings of cattle.
My hope for my children must be that they respond to the still, small voice of God in their own hearts.
When God speaks, oftentimes His voice will call for an act of courage on our part.
We often miss hearing God's voice simply because we aren't paying attention.
I have yet to hear God's audible voice, although I have often felt led by God in more subtle ways.
I always feel I'm blessed, you know. I thank God for letting me use his voice. That's how I see it.
Amid the thousands of shrill voices screaming for our attention, there is but on Voice we need to hear. The voice of the Lord Jesus Christ.
The voice of God whispers in the heart So softly That the soul pauses, Making no noise, And strives for these melodies, Distant, sighing, like faintest breath, And all the being is still to hear.
God's voice had been reduced to paper, and even that paper had to be moderated and deciphered by the proper authorities and intellect.
Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far, The voice divine of human loyalty.
It is not easy to enter into the silence and reach beyond the many boisterous and demanding voices of our world and to discover there the small intimate voice saying: 'You are my Belived Child, on you my favor rests.'
But no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, "Courage, dear heart," and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan's, and with the voice a delicious smell breathed in her face.
God's voice is still and quiet and easily buried under an avalanche of clamour.
To me music is the centre of the universe and the voice of the spirits and the voice of God and the voice of all the people who have lived and died...At least the ones I'm connected to.
In my prayers, I want to say: Lord, don’t be far from me, and also don’t come too close. Let me contemplate the stars on the texture of your cloth, but don’t unveil your face to me. Allow me to hear the rivers that you send running, but Lord! Lord! Don’t allow me hearing your voice
If I am not, may God place me there; if I am, may God so keep me. I should be the saddest in all the world if I knew that I were not in the grace of God. But if I were in a state of sin, do you think the Voice would come to me? I would that every one could hear the Voice as I hear it.
O Lord my God, tell me what you are to me. Say to my soul, I am your salvation. Say it so that I can hear it. My heart is listening, Lord; open the ears of my heart and say to my soul, I am your salvation. Let me run toward this voice and seize hold of you. Do not hide your face from me: let me die so that I may see it, for not to see it would be death to me indeed.
What could be a greater privilege than to listen to the voice of God, and be granted by God himself the ears to hear?
Home is the center of my being where I can hear the voice that says: 'You are my Beloved, on you my favor rests' - the same voice that gave life to the first Adam and spoke to Jesus, the second Adam; the same voice that speaks to all the children of God and sets them free to live in the midst of a dark world while remaining in the light.
The community in which one hears the voice of God structures how one hears that voice and interprets what it says.
It may well be that by trickery of priests men have sometimes taken a mortal's voice for a god's. But it will not work the other way. No one who hears a god's voice takes it for a man's.
For me the Voice of God, of Conscience, of Truth or the Inner Voice or the still small Voice mean one and the same thing.
That is the voice of God because its the voice of truth and experience.
Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations, Appeals for love, or love's release, in private invocations But all that is changed now. Gone like a memory from the day before the fires. People hungry for the voice of God Hear lunatics and liars. Wartime prayers. Wartime prayers In every language spoken. For every family scattered and broken.
If you let it, the noise of the world will drown out the voice of God, which is your intuition.
