I didn’t know I would leave this blog for five months.  But, it makes sense, as I have been busy navigating a new job.  Anyone who knows corporate America needs no other explanation.  Corporate life demands focus and intensity, and leaves little room for creativity.  It offers money but not spiritual riches, so I’m comfortable, well-fed and clothed – but the daily grind and pressures can leave me empty, unfulfilled, and exhausted.  Not the place “a blog about Jesus’ words” comes from.

Until He spoke to me.  I am in church every week, and have heard that God “wants to speak to you,” or some variation of that in countless sermons.  While I believe that God can and does speak, it was silent in my corner of the world.  My prayers have gone unanswered.  In all honesty, I have stopped praying some of them.  Silence is discouraging.

So, why wasn’t I hearing God? Last week, I prayed again.  That I would hear God speak to me, that I would be open to hearing His voice, in whatever way He wanted to speak.

And, in answer to my prayer, I heard His voice.  The inner voice that brought tears to my eyes, at the end of a corporate week and all of its confusion.  Sitting at my desk, thinking about all the work in front of me.  The words I heard were, “I am here with you.”

What else could matter?  If God is for us, who is against us?  I committed that verse to memory years ago.  But, hearing it personally, applied to me, at my little desk at my insignificant job, was so moving and profound.  And then I remembered what I had forgotten, what had become a dusty truth.  There is no darkness which His light cannot penetrate, no hell where He can not enter with His presence.

Why did I forget this?

I don’t know.  But I am glad that I prayed.  He spoke.  And I heard.