I Heard the Voice of God

Before last night, twice in my life, I heard an audible voice (not just in my heart or head) that I believed was God. Last night there was no doubt.

The first was not unlike that of St. Paul. I was doing something I should not have been doing and I heard Him cry out “Why must you hurt Me this way. Is it not enough what you are doing but you invoke my name while doing so”.

The second was when they offered the buy out at work. I never considered taking it. I had not even looked at the details. The standing joke was that they had the funeral parlor’s number on the Rolodex as they would be the ones calling (meaning I would die at my desk). I was standing outside when I heard a voice say “I want you to do something in a more serving capacity”. He repeated this to me several times to me for a week. I did look at the details and realized He had lined everything up giving me no excuse to not believe this was His Will.

Which brings me to last night. Believe it or not, here is a shortened version of what all transpired:

I had been invited to a special Holy Hour. The circumstances of how that invitation came about itself was the work of God and/or the Blessed Mother. Despite that, I began to have second thoughts about going as it was later than most and I had Adoration just a few hours later. I worried that I would oversleep. I wondered if I was trying to force a “spiritual experience” rather than accepting and acknowledging the Gift He had already giving me.

As these thoughts went through my mind, a friend made a comment on one of my posts. 1st, this was only like the 3rd time she had ever commented (reacted, yes, commented, no). Her choice of words led me to tell her about the Holy Hour as she had never been to this particular one. After inviting her, of course, that ended the discussion in my mind as to whether I would go or not. When I arrived, the parking lot was filled from various activities going on at the Church and School. I began to wonder again whether I was doing the right thing. I almost drove off when suddenly I saw a parking spot. I attempted to enter the Church, but all the doors that I tried were locked. Again, I thought I was not supposed to be there and headed back towards the parking lot. As I passed the side door, I found myself going up the ramp and trying it. It was open.

I entered the Church and saw several chairs set up for the Holy Hour. Since I was a “guest” and not part of the group for which it was being held, I went into the pew a few rows back. I didn’t want to take a seat away from someone else. As Father got up to explain what was about to happen, there were still 4 seats open. One of my good friends who was with me when Fr. invited us yesterday, turned around and urged me to come sit in the empty spot next to her. That spot was in the front row directly in front of the Monstrance and Divine Mercy image.

When I went down on my knees as Father brought Jesus to the Altar, I felt so guilty and undeserving. I thought how is it right that I, a “guest” and someone who even had second thoughts about coming, was given this seat of honor – to be in the spot where nothing was between me and my God in such a beautiful setting.

At the end of the prayers of Exposition, I had my head bowed whereas normally I cannot keep my eyes off of Him. That is when I heard Him say “I am here”. I answered, I know you are here, Lord. He repeated it more emphatically “I am here”. I knew without a doubt that I had just heard the Voice of God!