A Voice From Above

How We Can Hear God Speak

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The noonday heat shimmered over the sun‑baked sandstone roofs of Damascus, blurring alleyways into wavering ribbons of light. Market vendors had long since abandoned the square for the deeper shade of archways, and the distant bleat of goats floated like a broken flute across the city wall. Inside a modest upper‑room, a disciple named Ananias knelt in the hush of prayer, the worn cedar planks warm beneath his calloused knees. The linen of his cloak clung to sweat‑damp skin while curls of frankincense drifted upward, braiding with dust motes that danced in shafts of molten gold. Outside, a bronze gong announced the midday watch, but within the chamber an older rhythm—slow, reverent—guided his whispered psalms.

Suddenly his breathing slowed, time itself seeming to dilate as though the world had stepped aside. A presence—gentle yet immensely weighty—pressed on his heart, settling over his shoulders like an unseen mantle of light, and with it a clear inner summons:

“Ananias.” (Acts 9:10–11)

The single word reverberated through marrow and memory alike. Images flared behind his closed eyes: a blinded persecutor named Saul, a street called Straight, hesitant hands laid, scales falling, sight restored, destiny redirected. A chill raced the length of Ananias’s spine even as heat pulsed in his temples. His pulse hammered. Could this prompting truly be the Holy Spirit? Would obedience cost his very life in the hands of the persecutor Saul?

Have you ever sensed a nudge so vivid that disobedience felt unthinkable? Do you wonder how to distinguish God’s whisper from your own racing thoughts? We will explore how the Lord speaks—sometimes in trumpets of fire, more often in the subtle cadence of a shepherd’s breath—guiding ordinary saints along extraordinary paths.