VOICE

A Front Range winter wind is howling past my window and reminding me; something as inert as air becomes extremely powerful in the right conditions. Our voice can be as well. For the most part my voice is merely one tool among many used to express myself. Until, that is, one of those moments when it carries a message from the Almighty. When my voice becomes His Voice it changes everything. Speaking faith and love embodied in truth can move mountains. Father, You gave me the gift of voice. Put Your coal of fire to my lips and fill my heart and mouth with what matters.