Quiet Moments

It rarely comes- the quiet, that is. God's voice comes in the stillness, in the wee hours of the night and in the moments when sleep fails to find me.Those times spent talking to God about what matters most are not wasted, the secret parts of the soul that we dare to let anyone see. Funny how we mask the things that we don't think other people will accept. But isn't that the opposite of what God wants? Aren't we supposed to be transparent before the Father? Mercy never fails to find us in the moments we are faithful to lay our hurt at His feet. And sometimes the God of the universe is so kind, so loving to pause just a moment for us. If nothing more than a whisper, he speaks. He speaks.