Lisa-Jo Baker has a blog that I love to read. She has this thing on Fridays – Five Minute Friday. You guessed it; write for five minutes straight. No editing. No re-do. She gives the topic and you just write. Then you link it up to her site, comment on the other link-er before you and boom-hundreds of bloggers are writing about the same subject on the same day.

Today’s Topic: VOICE

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For months, I didn’t hear his voice. It was silent, an oppressive silence. Everyone wondering if he would wake up soon, if ever.

All I wanted was his voice. If he could just tell me he knows me. If he could just whisper my name.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

Tell me. Tell me. Tell me.

What happened? Do you remember? Did you think of me?

I longed for a piece of him; the pieces that made me love him so.  If I could just have his voice.

But, I didn’t. So, we had to be his voice.

But, then it came in a whisper as gentle as a summer’s breeze.

‘Danny, what is this?’ she asked.

‘Pen.’

God was not in the wind, the earthquake or in the fire. He was in the gentle blowing of Danny’s answer.

When Danny’s voice entered my ears, the Lord’s voice spoke to my heart; ‘I will never leave you. I will never forsake you.’

One word gave hope. One word inspired faith.

Something so easily taken for granted, yet I am so glad Danny finally has a voice.

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