As a new Christian, out of the gate running, hell took its best shot at me
to abort the innate desire to ever hear God's voice. A wedge of contention drove
deep between my Bible teacher and me the moment he said,"God spoke to me." Those
words were alien to me. Immediately, my whole being was flooded with doubts as
the enemy unleashed those infamous fatal words: "Indeed, has God said?" Genesis
3:1. Surely this man had a big ego problem thinking God Almighty would take the
time to speak to him personally among the billions of people on earth. I left
the Bible study in frustration that evening thinking he was certainly out of his
mind. That crazy teacher kept me awake. An hour later a question walked into my
bedroom, "But what if you could? What if you could actually hear God speak to
you"? As I began to faintly consider the possibility of an answer, that question
lit a fire within me that has never gone out. I thought to myself, if God could
actually speak to me, I would be willing to wait thirty or forty years to hear
Him speak one word: not a whole sentence but just one word.
Two hours later the Lord himself walked into my sleepless night. He said, "Son,
I want to speak to you more than you want me to." From that moment my journey
began listening for His voice. Now you know what I live for. I live to hear God
speak. My worst days have taught me: when God speaks you live! When God speaks
you're healed! When God speaks you're delivered! Storm clouds scatter. Dead
dreams thunder with life! I'm not talking about man speaking but when God speaks
you live! His voice has brought me through hell and back, changing doctors'
reports and adding years to my life. The devil's best shot missed me.
Blessings,
Bill Yount