I see the example of who I should or could be in the life of Jesus. I mean, I should help others. I should be kind. I should have compassion. I should call out wrong when I see it. I should walk in other’s shoes. I should not judge. I should be humble. I should pray. Above all, I should love and love and love.
But where is the still small voice to guide me?
Is it in the crunch of fall leaves under my feet? Is it in the gentle voice of a neighbor? Is it in the warm breath of my horse? Is it at the table shared with friends?
I believe God speaks to us. But somehow my Pandora is not picking up the right station.