I am frightened and more than humbled to realize there is surely an incredible degree to which His voice is tempered when speaking to tiny me.
God speaks. I am rebuked, but not annihilated.
Insignificance and favor and holy fear braid themselves around my soul leaving me without voice.
God speaks. I am extracted, yet remain whole.
With hidden pride, selfish motive and miserly method instantly clarified, I am rendered undone.
God speaks. I am pure.
Blessed with peace and strength, I am, now, full with His voice.
Can you relate?
