Hearing God's voice

There are days when I hear God's voice in a tiny whisper; so soft and sweet that if it weren't for the warm feeling in my soul, I would have mistaken it for just another voice; just another day. These God whispers have taken several forms over the last few days. Like last night, I was up reading late and the boys were dead asleep - had been for hours, when I heard my youngest say "I love you do Day-Day" (what he calls his older brother). I went to his room and there he was, still sound asleep. After a day of playing referee between my boys, to hear the love he has for his brother come from his heart during his dreams made my heart sing. "Thank you God" I whispered. Another time this week I was struggling with negative self talk. We had all gone to bed and it had been quiet in our house for a long time. I thought my husband had already fallen asleep. I was lying in bed, wide awake, thinking of all the things I am failing at. It was then that my husband reached over and grabbed my hand in the darkness and whispered "I love you". My negative talk settled down, as did my spirit. These may seem like little things - a friend calling to see how I'm doing; encouragement from a parent; a long hug from my children. These are God things to me. Because most times when I remember them, they came at the exact time I needed them and my soul stirred. God speaks to us in so many ways. May I always be aware of all the ways He does.