The Voice
“I was drawn to a large oak on the south end of the oat patch. I spotted a nice patch of grass to sit on and leaned back against the trunk. Utopia is in the middle of nowhere, and this spot was about five miles from there. It was quiet. Butterflies and dragonflies moved about the oat patch. Rain lilies and miniature daisies dotted the landscape. Doves dove into the field, seemingly from out of nowhere. A vermillion Flycatcher snatched up flying insects as though he were shagging flies from the cedar posts. I watched, taking it all in.
I felt connected with myself, connected with God. Then I heard Him speak. I heard it in my heart, in the deep place of my spirit. It wasn’t audible; it was clearer than that. It was peaceful and profound, like the weight of a warm quilt on a cold night.”
I am so thankful that I have a spot in the midst of the chaos of the world to stop, look, and listen… to the Voice. Everything changes when I do… like a warm quilt on a cold night… and oh does He speak! Find your Utopia spot.
"Call to me and I will answer you. I’ll tell you marvelous and wondrous things that you could never figure out on your own."
- Jeremiah 33:3 MSG
"God’s splendor is a tale that is told; his testament is written in the stars. Space itself speaks his story every day through the marvels of the heavens… Without a sound, without a word without a voice being heard, yet all the world can see its story, everywhere its gospel is clearly read so all may know."
- Psalm 19:1-4 MSG