How could I ever think that God doesn't speak?
I've listened to his voice in songs, in the sea, in the scenery I pass through in the car.
I passed by a grey stone wall tonight. Dead and lifeless.
Then further along green plants, growing between the stones had taken over the surface of the rock, and gave life to what was dead.
Rocky, stony beds made alive by living waters
Even the street names talk of Him ... Riverside Way (in a part of town that's nowhere near the river!)
Strange, that.
God speaks.
Listen.
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