Just where does it get the audacity to know exactly what and who you are and why you are here?
Ever heard it?
If you're like me you probably sense it sometimes as a 'gnawing sensation'; 'something you can't explain'; a 'gut feeling'. It can be annoying; something you wish you could just ignore. In fact, if you are really like me, you'll make every excuse to ignore it. You'll call up a trusted advisor to get some perspective, hoping that will knock some sense into you, because after all, your advisor will have something far more meaningful to say than the voice inside you. You'll find somewhere noisy to go in an attempt to drown it out or you'll get super busy with a slew of meaningless things to try and crowd it out of your mind.
But somehow as your heart beats and your blood pumps, that voice remains. It waits, it stays, it stands. It speaks to you even when you won't listen. It is constant.
Ever heard it?
I must confess that there are times when I have listened, but it's frightening. That bloody voice never seems to ask you to do anything easy. It's often about waiting when you're gung-ho about pressing ahead; working harder when you couldn't care less; doing more when you would much rather do less; speaking out when you'd rather disappear; standing out when you'd prefer to blend into the crowd and be left alone; going beyond your comfort zone. It is often about doing what no one else is doing and about standing apart. Scary... and annoying!
I've come to the conclusion now that the still small voice must be an important part of me since it doesn't go away. It must really be on a mission to tell me something that I need to hear; something no one else will tell me. I've made a vow to stop and wait and listen to this never-dying presence that demands my attention. How committed can I be? If I can be as committed as the still small voice that is BIG commitment.
What happens when it bids me dance to my own tune and for everyone to see, can I follow the instruction? Do I have the courage?