My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one can snatch them away from me,
‭John‬ ‭10‬:‭27-28‬ NLT

So it is 3:46am and I’ve been awake for a while now. I took melatonin, I did the things you are supposed to do to fend off jet lag, and still it got me.

That’s ok. It will take a few days to adjust, but I’ll be back to normal soon. In the meantime, I thought I’d use the extra “awake” hours to blog.

If you’ve been following me during the trip to Israel, you already know what a wonderful time we had. Our experiences exceeded every hope and expectation I had.

I knew that our group of pilgrims felt the same, but when several of them got up in church yesterday to share their “aha” moments, I was blown away. Many were moved to tears as they spoke (Regan ended her (beautiful!) words by gesturing at her heart, shaking her head and walking away from the microphone as she had lost the ability to keep speaking). The variety of things that people singled out as “aha” moments was great to hear.

It reminded me that the voice of God comes to us all in different ways. Some hear Him through the words of a friend or loved one, some here Him through the beauty of nature, some hear Him through the written word, some hear Him in song. Some hear Him in all of these ways and more.

The fact is that we all encounter God’s voice on different ways. And God – in his infinite generosity – provides a multitude of different messages in different mediums so that each of us can hear him in our own “language.”

May your heart/soul/mind always be open to the voice/sight/sound/touch of God. May you embrace the way He has made you to hear Him speak. May you hunger to follow Him always.