I talk to God.

Somehow humanity has drifted so far away from a real relationship with Him that we have forgotten it is possible to communicate clearly and directly, every single day.

I speak to God.

Even writing that feels almost blasphemous because it gives the impression that I have some kind of spiritual power that others don’t. But I don’t. I have no special capacity. I simply listen. And when I listen with my entire being and not just my ears, His voice rings true daily.

This relationship, this conversation, is something every person should desire, yet many never try, mostly because no one has ever taught them that it is possible. Prayer has been reduced to a one-way street filled with expectation on our part and doubt on the other. But the communication I’m talking about does not leave room for doubt. It is as familiar and steady as when your mom gently says, “don’t take it personally, she didn’t mean it that way.” God leads His people with that same clarity, grace, and love.

I want to take a few days in the coming months to talk about this.

It is a subject I usually avoid because I never want anyone to think I am claiming to be more spiritual, more mature, or closer to God than they are. I’m not. I am nobody. I am flawed. I fail daily. I hear His voice and still struggle to obey. I do not always live His truth. I wrestle often.

But I need to talk about it.

My first struggle was learning how to recognize His voice in the lineup. I wanted certainty. I would hear things from all directions, and I couldn’t tell what was God and what was noise. Some of it came from media and the garbage I allowed into my life. Some came from old wounds. Some came from insecurity and self-doubt. But in the background, beneath all that static, there was always one voice.

One that stood out every single time.

It was strong.

The confidence behind it was something I had never felt on my own.

It was concise, never wasting words or complicating things.

It was fearless, never trembling or questioning.

And above all, it brought peace.

A peace that wasn’t dependent on whether I obeyed.

It came instantly, washing over me like a shiver, often pulling an involuntary “I hear You,” or “Amen,” or “Thank You” from somewhere deep in my soul.

Take a moment.

Think of that one subject you wish you could sit across a table and discuss with your Creator.

Now listen.

Strong. Confident. Concise. Fearless. Wrapped in divine peace.

That’s Him.

Maybe you only heard a single word.

That’s enough.

Try again when your heartstrings tug you back to that place of communication. He is speaking. He has something to tell you. We just need to take the time to listen.