How Does God Talk To People?

My own feeling is that God speaks to me through an inner voice. It is an intangible thing. There are no spoken words, no written words and no exact words. The message comes like the wind, the whisper in the trees as the leaves rustle.... A whistle calling my name as it passes through the limbs.

The message is a very personal one. It stirs my thoughts and emotions and this is our conversation. Birds singing in the morning.... Children laughing on a distant playground.... The sound of silence.... All of these sounds are the words of God to me. You can call me what you will. The sounds of everyday life are my conversation with God.

Sometimes it is noise. When I am all involved in my own life and what I am doing, the noise is not God's word at that moment. God's words come to me when I take the time to listen. When I silence my own mind and let my surroundings speak the words. That is when I hear the voice of God.

Personally this question is one that could be debated forever and a true answer might never be found. With that stated I have to write from my own personal opinion and then everyone will have to decide for themselves. How does God talk to people?

Now my intention here is not to start any kind of serious arguments because everyone has a right to free speech and freedom to think what they will. I am just relating my own personal feelings in regard to a question asked here on HubPages. Take it or leave it, think what you want. That is the good thing about living a life of so called freedoms.

It may be that you have never spoken with God or God has never spoken directly to you. Some would call you crazy if you claimed to have spoken to God. Others would say God speaks to us on a daily basis but we do not hear because we do not listen. There is much confusion and disagreement across the world about hearing God's voice. There are many who do not believe there is such a thing as God.

While waves casually lap against the shoreline on a beach at sunset God comes to speak with me. Bright colors fill the sky with ever changing magic as the last light of day passes. Inner peace reaches deep inside my spirit and I know that God is telling me how lucky I am. To be there at that very moment and be able to see the wonder, I am blessed. The words softly caress my thoughts like the waves rolling across the sand. I hear the voice talking to my emotions. I know that everyone does not hear the same as me.

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
I'd stay in the garden with Him
'Tho the night around me be falling
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known