by: Erin Forge't-Wells
If you are strolling out of doors alone, you can recall God at least once every minute with no effort, if you remember that “beauty is the voice of God.” Every flower and tree, river and lake, mountain and sunset is God speaking. “This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears all nature sings …” So as you look at each lovely thing, you may keep asking: “Dear Father, what are you telling me through this, and this, and this?”
If you have wandered to a place where you can talk aloud without being overheard, you may speak to the Invisible Companion inside you or beside you. Ask Him what is most on His heart and then answer back aloud with your voice what you believe God would reply to you.
Of course we are not always sure whether we have guessed God’s answer right, but it is surprising how much of the time we are very certain. It really is not necessary to be sure that our answer is right, for the answer is not the great thing—He is! God is infinitely more important than His advice or His gifts; indeed, He, himself, is the great gift. The youth in love does not so much prize what his sweetheart may say or may give him, as the fact that she is his and that she is here. The most precious privilege in talking with God is this intimacy which we can have with Him. We may have a glorious succession of heavenly minutes. How foolish people are to lose life’s most poignant joy, seeing it may be had while taking a walk alone!
But the most wonderful discovery of all is, to use the words of St. Paul, “Christ liveth in me.” He dwells in us, walks in our minds, reaches out through our hands, speaks with our voices, if we obey his every whisper.
From The Game With Minutes by Frank Laubach