The Inspirational Cabbage Patch.
At 1 pm, the primary school bell would ring and all the kids would rush to the front gate. In a drove of riotous children and mothers screaming out for each other, I could always pick out my mothers voice, even if she was a distance away.
Why? Because I knew her voice.
Sometimes the world is so offensively noisy, I forget to look out for the voice that matters the most.
I made that mistake last year. The mistake of consulting everyone before consulting the One that had the answers.
The voices I thought would guide and advise me ended up becoming a nuisance of flies I had to constantly swat away in order to hear Him speak.
The Bible says there is safety in a multitude of counsellors. As much as choosing the right counsellors is important, what is more important is, first, seeking His will. First, knowing His voice. First, following Him.
This time around, the voices still lingered, but I heard His voice as clear as a bell.
After 2 years of ‘Yes’, ‘No’s’ and ‘Maybe’s’, it’s finally settled.
After weeks of tears, both joy and sadness, my heart is finally at peace.
After years of waiting, this bus has arrived.
I have big news to share.
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.
On a side note:
Thinking of: Benedict Cumberbatch, my happy day soon to come, Kelly Clarkson’s Dark Side and Jojo Pan Mee in an hour!