I never could quite grasp the concept of hearing God’s voice. I mean, I understood it in the biblical sense from many years of Sunday school, vacation bible school, church camps and more flannel graphs than I can remember. But I didn’t understand the HOW behind it.

(I’ve always been more of a HOW girl than a WHY…in case you were wondering…)

HOW did people hear God’s voice? What did it sound like? Was it an actual audible voice?
HOW did people know when it was God? 
HOW did it happen in our modern day society? OR did it at all?
And also how come it hadn’t happened to me? Or did I even want it to?

There are a lot of things in my past I have forgotten over time, or only reappear in my brain when something triggers a memory. But the first time I heard God’s voice, and what he asked of me, has never left my memory.

I wish I could tell you the details, but since it involves other people that it might possibly hurt to hear this, I can’t. 

Well I guess technically I COULD, but I’m not going to do so. I never want to cause someone else pain purposefully, and especially don’t plan to do that on the internet. I digress.

But what I can tell you is this. When God spoke, I knew with 100% certainty it was Him. It wasn’t a voice I heard through my ears, but an inner nudge to my heart. And it was a nudge that became so intense I could not ignore. 

He asked me to do something that seemed impossible and too painful to think about. But I also knew, truly knew, that this was God taking care of me. Protecting me. Bringing me back to Him. 

So I jumped. (Figuratively of course.)

And it was hard.

And it was painful.

But slowly, the healing I so desperately needed came.

And then one day, I had THE realization. 

I stopped and looked at where I was in my life, and saw how far God had brought me. My eyes were opened to how many wonderful things I would have missed had I ignored His persistent prompting. 

God had asked me to take a step.

Just one.

A really ridiculously hard one. But just one.

And it changed the entire trajectory of my life. No, really.

I’m not over-exaggerating. 

If you stop and look at my life now, where I am at, the people I’m surrounded by, the amazing man I get to call my husband, our crazy yet adorable kiddos, the church that changed my life…all of those things are directly tied back to that one moment.

That one moment where I chose to be brave and finally follow God’s prompting.

One moment can change your life. Especially if it’s a moment guided by God.

Give it a try sometime. Even if it’s hard or painful, it will be worth it. I’m living proof.