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Experience the Timeless Touch of God's GraceNo matter what season or trial you're going through, God will meet you in the midst of it as you seek Him. Sometimes, though, your heart needs extra reassurance. Feel His loving arms around you and hear His comforting voice speaking to your soul through these meditationseach one recounting a tender moment in Scripture when God's presence was evident in the lives of His people. Listen to grace calling sweet and clear past all other voices to bless you this very moment. Complete with prayers and searching questions,He Speaks, I Listenwill help you quiet your heart before God in your times of deepest need.

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Publié par	Harvest House Publishers, Inc.
Date de parution	28 mars 2017
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9780736964906
Langue	English

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HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON
Unless otherwise noted, all Scripture verses are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version , NIV . Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.
Verses marked NLT are taken from the Holy Bible , New Living Translation, copyright 1996, 2004, 2007, 2013 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
Verses marked NKJV are taken from the New King James Version . Copyright 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
Verses marked KJV are taken from the King James Version of the Bible.
Cover by Connie Gabbert Design + Illustration, Bend, OR
HE SPEAKS, I LISTEN
Taken from His Love Always Finds Me
Copyright 1999 Michelle McKinney Hammond
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97402
www.harvesthousepublishers.com
ISBN 978-0-7369-6489-0 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-0-7369-6490-6 (eBook)
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Dedication
This one is for You, Lord.
Your love has sought me,
found me, bought me, and
kept me in Your light.
You are forever my Father,
always my Friend,
eternally the Lover of my soul.
In loving memory of my grandmother
Sarah Ayodele Sam.
She walked with God and was not,
for God took her,
but not before she showed me Jesus.
CONTENTS
Dedication
IN SOLITUDE
The Sweet Times
The Communing Times
The Binding Times
The Awesome Times
The Revealing Times
The Challenging Times
The Broken Times
The Commissioning Times
The Intimate Times
The Weary Times
The Yielding Times
IN THE MIDST OF THE CROWD
The Decisive Times
The Hateful Times
The Impatient Times
The Risky Times
The Deciding Times
The Transitional Times
The Timid Times
The Accounting Times
The Proving Times
The Intimidating Times
The Rebuilding Times
IN THE HEART OF THE INNER JOURNEY
The Brooding Times
The Rejected Times
The Shameful Times
The Unaffirmed Times
The Maddening Times
The Wrenching Times
The Urgent Times
The Remorseful Times
The Reaching Times
The Resigning Times
The Prayerful Times
About the Author
Other books by Michelle McKinney Hammond
About the Publisher
In the alone place
fear closes in
as I sense my aloneness
the part of me without You
that is lost
wandering in its own apprehensions
causing my spirit
to imitate a mime
pressing against invisible walls
that soundlessly threaten
suffocation by unconscious
yet deliberate isolation
And I long for the resuscitation
that Your breath brings
giving life to all my members
Strength to my soul
Causing me to unfold
like a wet new butterfly
fighting to unwrap itself
from the bondage of its
self-imposed cocoon
To spread new and unfamiliar members
for the very first time
testing their strength
readying these fragile members
for the act of ascending
Not caring for the fact
that it is the struggle
which produces strength
to take wing and fly
while resisting the urge
to cast off my independence
and call upon Your help
I weary myself
and wonder at my ability
to continue on
to rise above
where I presently lie...
This place is not kind
to my spirit s expectations
and I am lost in the prison of myself
while You patiently hold the key and wait...
wait for me to invite You into this alone place....
IN SOLITUDE
THE SWEET TIMES
And the L ORD God took the man, and put him into the Garden of Eden to dress it and to keep it.
GENESIS 2:15 KJV
A dam experienced something that no other man or woman (not even Eve) on the face of the earth has ever experienced. He had the incredible privilege of having God all to himself. In the beginning it was just him and God. Though Jesus and the Holy Ghost were present, the mystery of their Oneness was very evident. Every evening they had a date, and Adam had God s full attention. No interruptions in the prayer line. No one with a more urgent request. Just Adam and God.
Can you imagine such a sublime existence? To rise each morning and watch the sun stretch its arms across the sky in praise to God on High to watch the flowers awaken, tilting their faces in serene worship toward their Creator while the rivers that run through the garden play a symphony of exuberant celebration against the banks of the shore and the birds sing their accompaniment, welcoming the morning and thanking God for another glorious day . No telephone ringing, no alarm going off, no social media notifications, just the gentle breeze ever so gently rousing you, stirring your lashes, tickling your nose, almost kissing you, beckoning you to arise . This was Adam s world. He rose to walk on a dew-covered carpet of grass, its pungent freshness filling the air with each step. Joyfully going about his tasks, anticipating his favorite time of the day .
And just about the time Adam thought he would burst with expectation, it happened. The atmosphere in the garden changed. The animals stood still, ears tuned to something that no one saw. The birds stopped singing, waiting for a sound that was sweeter than their own. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. And the sun came down for a closer look, leaving golden streaks across the sky to mark its place. Then the air was filled with the incense of the Lord s presence! The Lord God Himself had descended to the garden to walk and talk, face-to-face, with Adam. Nothing stood between them, for Adam was naked and unashamed. Perfect and good in every way. An extension of his Abba Father. A mirror reflection of the Trinity, spirit, soul, and body, unstained by sin.
It was indescribable glory, this time of sweet communing. Every living thing in the garden seemed to be in a suspended state of reverent awe, clinging to God s every word. His still, small voice was like music. It was like the sound of falling rain, the sound of many waters, the ebbing of the tide. It rose and fell as He shared all that He was with Adam. God s words ignited Adam s soul and brought waves of refreshment to his spirit while Adam s worship of Him brought pleasure to His heart. It was a time of intimate fellowship of deep communion of unspeakable expressions and wordless impartations between man and his God. And then God withdrew with the promise of returning, His presence still lingering in the air like heady perfume.

Ah, to find our way back to the garden This is the place in the cool of the evening of our lives when we finally grow still, finding our way back home. Back into the presence of God. Able once again to be open, vulnerable, honest, and uninhibited in the arms of the One who loves us most. To shut out the sound of every other voice and just listen, drinking in His Spirit. It is here that the world and all of its pressures and struggles become mere shadows that fade away as His comfort surrounds us. This is where we find peace, where we find refreshment. More importantly, this is where we find the center of our own being. This is where we find the strength to begin again.

Heavenly Father, help me to find my way back to our place of intimacy. It seems I don t visit this place enough. And yet when I finally meet You here, I wonder why it took me so long. Holy Spirit, call me and draw me to this place until my flesh rejoices to yield and enter into this sweet sanctuary of fellowship with You that my soul treasures. O Lord, help me to be as consistent in seeking You as You are in seeking me. Help me to keep ever fresh in my mind the joy of our last meeting, and never to lose the longing for more of You. In Jesus name, amen.

When was the last time you spent quality time alone with God having a real heart-to-heart exchange with Him? What would you like to share with Him now?
THE COMMUNING TIMES
And Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him.
GENESIS 5:24 KJV
H e s out again, is he? the visitor asked. Enoch s wife nodded her head in reply as she stirred the evening meal over the fire. Where is it exactly that he goes? questioned his friend, brows drawn together in perplexed punctuation. This was the third time he had tried to visit Enoch this week, only to find that he was nowhere to be found. Wherever their conversation takes him, Enoch s wife serenely answered. She had grown used to these times. They did not frighten or disturb her. She only had to look into Enoch s eyes when he returned to know where he had been. Sometimes he was gone for an hour. Sometimes for days. And when he returned, his body weary but his eyes gleaming with a brilliant fire that burned from within, she knew he had been with God.
What they discussed she could only imagine. She herself tried to understand how it was possible for man and God to commune on such an intimate level. She tried to worship Him in the best way she knew, but she really couldn t say that God had ever spoken back. Enoch said it was because she didn t truly listen. She tried to listen, yet she heard nothing. She had grown beyond being jealous of her husband s deep, personal exchanges with God, choosing instead to let him share with her parts of their conversations. And, oh! What incredible things they were! Stories of what was to come. At fir