God communicates with each of us in small ways from our waking
moments each and every day; in fact, God is communicating to us before that,
through our dreams if we will listen.
God says things like, “Start small,” and “Don’t miss this little reminder I am
reminding you about many times today—do something about it, now.”
One of my reminders of late has been, “Your pants are getting
uncomfortable around your waist, Steve.” “Are you looking after the body I have
given you?” I often respond,
at this time of year, “It’s
winter time; it’s time to sit and be lazy.”
All of this talk—this constant conversation with God—occurs
almost unconsciously.
I can pretend that this conversation with God isn’t happening,
as we all tend to do, but it won’t change my reality. My reality is my truth,
and it does me no good at all to ignore it. I wake up with a certain sensation
inside my stomach; it is not hunger—it is worse than hunger. My stomach stills
feel full. Did I eat too much last night? Most of the time I don’t even get to
ask such questions of myself. Most of the time such questions fly under the
radar.
The still, small voice of God, in my everyday, is communicating
to me through my mind—through my anxiety—through the things I am refusing to
grapple with. A lot of these things are unconscious to me, most of the time,
because I have repressed the still, small voice of God. This is what we do:
repress God.
If I do nothing with these things, God will continue to
communicate, but his voice will appear more silent and hardly audible at all.
I know that God has referred me to this quote, and it has many
meanings:
“They who reach down into the depths of life
where, in the stillness, the voice of God is heard, have the stabilizing power
which carries them poised and serene through the hurricane of difficulties.”
—Spencer W. Kimball
One meaning it has in this context
is really quite simple.
The depths of my life, at the mind
level, are simple indeed. Cream is bad for me, whilst water is good. When I eat
less I feel better. When I keep my mind free, as far as my responsibilities
allow, I am more able to hear and appreciate the beauty in the still, small voice of God. When I
exercise, or do some things, by activating my body, I feel a little better
about myself.
The things of God are really so
simple, but we miss them, most times, because our lives are so hurried and big
with busyness.
That ancient phrase—“Be still, and know that I
am God”—resounds within
us. Can we hear it, and, do we listen? It is about peace; but so much more than
peace. God is not only seeking to communicate with us, he does communicate with us—but mostly in the tiniest
of ways. If we master the art of listening we master our lives. It is up to us.
Each day, each moment, is a fresh opportunity.
© 2012 S. J. Wickham.
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