It was one of those days when God felt distant, peripheral, like background noise in the dizzying rush of my hectic life.
Then I stumbled upon the Bible of my youth, with its loose pages and underlines and notes from friends tucked in between parables and miracles and blessings.
I found this nugget of interpretation, this wisdom God revealed to my teenage self. I’m guessing I wrote this after talking through the passage with my high school Bible study buddies. I’m guessing it was just what I needed to hear from God at that exact moment. Words to sustain me through whatever trial I endured.
Thumbing through the worn pages, I remembered how teenage Laura searched this book expecting to encounter the Divine. With each crackle of turning page, I was awed by two related aha’s:
How humbling that God has been speaking to me through these sacred, ancient words for as long as I can remember, sometimes with a whisper, sometimes with a shout.
How marvelous that God speaks so indiscriminately, to the young and the old and everyone in between, that God wants to be heard above the din and clamor and white noise of life.
All at once I was flooded with peace, reclaiming the truth that has sustained me for decades:
No matter how the circumstances of life make me feel,
God is here, God is near, God is speaking and wants to be heard.
#GodIsStillSpeaking
Rev. Laura Johnson 
Such truth in your words – then and now.
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Thank you for sharing this. I feel as though God is speaking to me through your writings.
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