It's been a long time since I've heard God speak so clearly. But I've been drawing near and listening, making the time to spend in His presence and absorb His Word. I've been rising early (okay, I haven't perfected this, but I'm getting better at not hitting the "snooze" button) to hear Him. I've had that itch to draw inward in privacy and listen for Him. I admit that it isn't easy when there are four little ones who are almost constantly needing or wanting their mama, however I suppose part of the struggle to get there makes it that much sweeter when it actually does happen. The Holy Spirit is ever-present. I have verses, words from leaders, worship songs, what seems like constant reminders, and that still small voice ringing in my ears all day. I'm trying like I haven't tried in years to be consistent in making sure God isn't put on the back burner like He so easily can be. And you know what? I find that it's so much easier when your heart is all in it, rather than when you're doing it just because that preacher said you should or because you feel guilty. I genuinely long to hear the voice of my Father; I'll take anything from an "I love you" to a simple peace, a new revelation, or even a conviction in an area I haven't been paying close enough attention to. That is how I have found the quickest way to Jesus- being desperate for Him. And desperate I am.
Oh how sweet it is to know my Lord. I desire Him fiercely.
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