"Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed."
I question every day when I've actually heard God, because I do have a lot of voices that bounce around due to my vivid and wild imagination.
The only clue I have is that it's always the one that enters with a quiet but dominant "Hush" that silences every other thought. I always hear that, but am sad to say I have not always obeyed.
I had a recent experience with this.
There was a blind woman at my church during the week, as I was walking out of the office (I work there as the Media Director). I was heading out to my car for lunch. She was leaving as well, with a walking stick. She seemed a bit frustrated.
I saw her, was walking behind her for a moment, and that's when all other thoughts exited and all I heard was, "Pray for her sight to be returned to her."
I was terrified. First, how could I know that was really God? What if it wasn't? And...why me? Damn it, why me?
I just kind of stood by my car, watching her. I wanted to obey...but...what if it wasn't true? What if it wasn't...real?
Not the first time I doubted, won't be the last (because I know me), but the throbbing thought wouldn't leave. It literally hurt to get into the car and drive away.
On the drive home, there was no condemnation, no "I suck" feeling. Just absolute silence. Not the silence of no one there, but rather, the Big Guy in the passenger seat, looking at the road ahead. And no other thought was able to penetrate.
I tried to liven the conversation by saying, "God, I'm sorry I didn't go pray for her. I just couldn't know for sure if it was you, you know? I hear stuff all the time, and it's just kind of fleeting, wishful, you know?"
No response.
"So, I'll get in Your Word when I get home and, if You could have me open to some passage that confirms that was Your voice, I'll never hesitate again. I'm sorry, God."
Still silence.
I got home, cracked open the book, and landed, I can't even remember where, but it was irrelevant. Some never ending lineage. I flipped back and forth, maybe I'd opened to the wrong page...
Then I heard Him again, very clearly, and I froze as He said, "When are you going to stop treating the Bible like a damned lucky charm, boy? I told you to do something, you didn't do it, now move on. That was Me, boy. Grow up."
(Understand, God doesn't necessarily speak to me in words, but in thought. It's always a paraphrase, because it's pure energy when I hear/feel Him. But yes, I'm pretty sure God said "damned".)
Anyway, that happened a few weeks ago, but I guess the reason I'm sharing is, not everybody gets the visions. But the more we pursue Him, the more it becomes about others, and not about ourselves. If it's only about ourselves, and our fears, and our need to be recognized as spiritual or God's chosen or whatever, then we have to ask some hard questions, as I had to ask some hard questions of myself after that moment.



