peripherally

The topic in a prophetic forum I follow centered around knowing God’s Voice, as opposed to your own or the enemy’s.  The answer was so simple, I almost stumbled out of it.

Him.

He is The Answer.

Getting activated and developing the gift, and practicing and learning how to hear His Voice, those are all great things to do, great tools for your arsenal, fabulous to have in your repertoire..

But they mean nothing if you are not led by Him.  They are nothing apart from Him.

And He is Love.

Knowing His Voice means.. you know Him.

How many times do you say to yourself, “Oh, I believe that’s my wife/husband/daughter/son/dad/mom talking to me, I think”?  Most of us don’t even give it a second thought.  Why?  You know them.  You are around them all the time.  You talk with them almost every day.  You know their voice in a crowded room.

You’re familiar with one another.
You’re comfortable with one another.
You’re closer to them than any others.

So should it be with the Voice of God.

You’re familiar with Him.
You’re comfortable with Him.
You know His Voice even in a “crowded room”.
You’re closer to Him than to any other.

You know Him.

Therein lies the Key.  There is explicitly no other way.  He is the Door.  He is the Gate.  He is the Path.  Get close to Him, get to know Him, allow Him into your life.  Let Him know you, and He let’s you know Him, and all the rest is added unto you.  Seek Him while He may be found.

Get so close to Him.. that you get lost in Him.  I began to get close to Him (I used to be afraid of Him, He is God Almighty, after all), and all my fears began to melt.  Sure it takes time, its still dissolving for me, I’m still melting into His Arms, but whoa, what warm gooey Love He is.  He is Altogether Good, Altogether Lovely.

I remember the first time I sang a love song to Him.  I was petrified, but He held my hand, He held me, as I sang to Him.  We whispered sweet things into one another’s ears.  It was the most intimate moment I had ever had with Him up to that point.  I felt as if I had begun to open up and let Him in.

O, and for sure, I was petrified.  It seems almost comical to me, now.  Why?  Because I was afraid for nothing.  He is not a frightful Guy.  Sure, He’s the Lord Most High and all, but, wow, nothing like I had thought.

He’s actually sort of a Pushover, if you catch my drift.  He loves me.  Already.  With all my flaws and blunders, even my blatant, I-knew-it-was-wrong-beforehand-but-I-did-it-anyway sins.

He’s wild about me.  He adores me.  He gave His Life for me.  He shares His Throne Authority with me.

Same for you.

Get to know Him.  Really, its painless.  Does He still correct me?  Sure, every time.  Does it sting sometimes?  Yep-per.  Do I still feel loved and pampered when He does?  Every Single Time.

Human terms just can’t do this, they can’t really tell of this Love Man, and of His Love.

It just won’t hurt.  It may make you cry, but not of pain, or fear.. but of Love.

peripherally.