As we close our eyes and whisper our prayers into the dark, do we hear a voice speaking back to us in the cold air of the night?
Uh...I don't hear one. Is God listening? Where are you, Lord?
As I look at my photos scotch-taped to my dorm wall, I see one. The most dominant voice of God, heard through the people I love. See a Voice--ironic, huh? But feel me. God's voice in the form of a mother who taught me patience, generosity and unselfishness in its purest. God's voice in a father who taught me the ethics of hard work and mental strength in its finest. God's voice in a sister, forever encouraging me and challenging me to be the best person I can be. God's voice in best friends and best cousins, seeing eternity in the souls we've become completely comfortable with; to just be who we are. It is in these relationships I hear God the loudest. Tangible is His voice in the form of people we love and who loves us. And then I hear Him in the music, the God-inspired love songs and life-songs of Matisyahu, Lauryn Hill and
Lupe Fiasco. Sense are intertwined when hearing becomes seeing. Because I hear His voice as I see Him in the photography of art & people in the blogs that I read late at night when my thoughts run restless. And in the day when I meditate on His Word, I truly do hear-see God in the details of the trees, with the branches and leaves that blow in the wind. I wave back to God and say Good Morning. I am saved again from my "god-less" moments I do get, realizing that I'm never far from God than I thought.
My teddy bear, Charlie Cesar
