One night, I was a millisecond away from drifting off to sleep, when the Lord spoke three words. They came, bing-bing-bing. I knew if I yielded to sleep, the words would vanish. So I wrenched myself awake and stumbled through the dark to find a notebook and pen. That’s hard to do if you have sleep issues.

Patrisha Gazy painted this as a word for me–showing the hidden treasure that I value.

Truth is, I treasure the voice of God—in Scripture, but also when He speaks in fresh ways.

I wrote down the three words. They made no sense at the time.

God regularly speaks in mysteries, bypassing my intellect to reach my spirit. An interruption to my thoughts is often God interjecting His voice in curious ways. It’s like a treasure hunt as I ponder and search out the meanings. God puts a tidbit of revelation on my horizon as an appetizer. If I search for more, it often leads to a full course spread on His banquet table.

Over the past twenty years, I began to realize that God knows the English language. I don’t know why—but that came as a surprise to me. Maybe I thought He was limited to Hebrew, Aramaic and Greek.

Having a command of the King’s English, God can easily bring a single word or short phrase across the screen of my mind. Sometimes He whispers it in my ears. And the words He speaks are potent with meaning, offering guidance or warning. Some words reveal the enemy’s angle. Others are like keys, unlocking barricaded doors. Instructional words carry the tenor of fatherly advice. Some phrases drip with poetry and love. Others calm my worried heart, bringing supernatural peace. And all His words bolster my faith.Continue reading