SWB: Listen to the Voice

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My blogging friend Mary reminded me of the importance of paying attention to what voices we listen and take direction from. Sometimes, I too struggle with the voice of perfection in my own mind that never seems satisfied or content with any of my efforts. That voice is an impossible task-masker to work for.

This voice says -
that use of time was wasteful, that project would have been better if, that dream your dreaming is not practical, this life of yours would only be better if you would have...
You get the idea. This voice of negativity is one that most often is only an occasional whisper, but there are times it still shouts to get my attention. Thankfully, I have some good earplugs. :)

There are other voices that tell me different things, encouraging and hopeful things and I believe that these voices are the ones that God uses to help me press on in the journey of life. These voices of light are the ones that bring me back to the path my feet are to travel.

These voices tell me -
The time you spent doing that makes a difference, that project was valuable and you learned something new by doing it, that dream may be difficult to reach - but step by step you will get there if you keep the end result in mind as your goal, this life of yours is valuable.

Many times in the last week, I've had the Voice speak through many voices around me. I've even asked some of these cheerleaders to remind me from time to time of these positive, encouraging and hopeful things. Everyone needs a cheerleader now and again.

Thank you G-d for speaking to me these words of hope. Thank you that your Voice of love is greater than any whispers that try to distract me from your way of life.

1 Corinthians 13:13
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

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