Whispers come to me on the fringes of my mind. I wait. I ponder what they say. Maybe I was too busy being in a hurry living life. There were kids to raise, a husband to love, a house to care for, bills to pay. Yes I had a daily time with God, but looking backwards, I see maybe those whispers went over looked.
After Carl passed, I wanted to feel connected to family who lived so far away. I knew finances where going to be hard. I know those whispers have been Gods voice speaking into my life. Directions. Encouragement. I know the road has been hard. I feel like I aged by ten years. Through it all, I can still hear the loving whispers of The Holy Spirit leading me.
I have dreams of where I want to be, where I am now, is not where I need to be. So I keep moving. I keep praying and reading the Words of my loving Savior. My heart dreams of Minnesota. Maybe I will talk about that next. For now, I have comfort in the whispers of The Word. I want to be used more for God. Somehow. Some way. I hear the whispers, but who do I talk to about those whispers. Who will really listen to my heart. Who will help me to reach my goals.