A Still Small Voice

I usually pray when I first get up and take a shower. 

That's about the only time of the day I am alone and things are quiet. 

My alarm is set on a Christian radio station, 

which helps jump start that prayer time on most mornings.

More times than I can count, 

the very song I need to hear is playing when I get up. 

Coincidence?

 I think not.

This morning when I awoke,

I felt especially moved to pray about 

something specific in my life.

As the water from the shower ran over my body,

tears also fell down my cheeks 

as I poured my heart out to God.

I know He heard my prayer this morning,

and He hears it anytime I call out to Him, 

because He gently reminds me

in that still small voice

that I am His,

and everything is going to be okay. 

I have no way of knowing what 

the future holds,

but I can trust that He will 

lead me where I should go. 

He's always been faithful to me.