Hearing voices

Do you ever hear voices in your head? People don’t talk about this much. Well, I have a friend that talks about it a fair bit, but she’s on heaps of antipsychotic medication and she runs a support group for people who hear voices that tell them they’re terrible and they need to kill themselves, which I think is positively awful and I’m so glad there’s drugs for that because I love my friend very much and think that HER voices are definitely WRONG.

This, however, is not what I’m talking about.

When I was a kid some people thought I was a bit loopy because I talked to myself all the time. Not like Burger King man in Susie Finkbeiner’s fabulous post the other day (that’s just weird, that is), I never did it like there was someone there next to me to talk to, more like I crawled up inside my head and my memory chatted with the people I imagined there, and sometimes those words leaked out my mouth as well (there weren’t that many people around to talk to when I was younger).

But that’s not what I’m talking about either. And I’m not meaning those strings of words that our thoughts take now that we’re adults and we’re so used to thinking in conversations sometimes our consciousness does it too…in the sense of “Megan you really should put the washing on the line before you go out this morning”. That’s my thinking coming out in conversational thoughts. Gosh our heads are complicated places.

I’m talking about something different. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced this. I know I’m not the only one, I have lots of friends who describe the same experience, but we’re friends, and we’re similar in many ways. I don’t know how universal it is.

Maybe it’s just because we listen, or we’ve learned to sort out what’s what in this messy environment known as our heads, or maybe because most of us have young children and crazy lives that we’re used to sorting through the mess really quickly and figuring out what’s what.

I call it the voice of God. Do you ever get that? Do you believe in a God in Heaven who talks to people? I’ll explain a bit better, and see if it translates to you.

I was hanging the clothes on the line one day (yes, probably because my stream-of-consciousness reminded me to do so!) and I was praying, because I DO believe in a God that talks to people, and listens, and because I’d rather talk to a God out there than imaginary people I have to crawl inside my head to find, and I was telling God (or, if you prefer, I was telling the wet washing) all about our financial difficulties, about how I had this crazy dream to go to America, but there was not much money in the bank, not much money coming in and a helluva lot of bills piling up and this stupid mortgage that didn’t change from week to week and sucked us dry. I’m grateful for my house and that we are buying it, but…having no money to buy socks that don’t have more-than-one hole each is hard, and especially hard when it continues for long periods of time.

But that was when I heard it; the voice of God. Or the washing (but I’m not on antipsychotic medication, nor do I think I need to be, so I don’t believe it was that), and it said this:

“I’m going to pay your mortgage off in three years”.

I was stunned into believing, even though there was no way I could see how it would happen. My stream-of-consciousness doesn’t say things like that to me. Neither does my washing. It made me happy, not in a socks-without-more-than-one-hole kind of happy, but a deep, resting, Heaven-touched happy. Do you know what I mean? Does that happen to you?

I wish I’d written down the date that day. I told my husband. It was, I think, a bit under two years ago. And yesterday we saw the tree felled for the building of the new driveway that will not only expand the size of our land, but also has the potential to pay off the rest of our mortgage within a year.

I believe in miracles. I believe in a God who tells me crazy, CRAZY things, and that those crazy dreams can actually come true.

Tell me, do you?

Tree felled for new driveway


18 thoughts on “Hearing voices

  1. Yes I do believe, and yes it has happened to me. I usually do what I call popcorn prayers. Just little conversations with God – I’m not structured enough for a regular prayer time. And sometimes I listen. And sometimes I get the weirdest answers – like you did. Answers I would never have thought of myself. Other times I don’t listen and talk for God, instead. I know the difference.
    Thanks, Megan.

    • Oh yes, knowing the difference is such a big thing, isn’t it! I love the weird answers…sometimes they’re the ones we know because we know because we KNOW that it couldn’t have been us. I’ve had a few of those. Keep listening!

  2. thanks Megan I steadfastly believe in God and his personal ‘speaking’ to each one of us. The most powerful message He has given me is when my mum was in ICU after severe complications and infection after home dialysis which she had been on for many years, had a few issues in the past but always regained her health, but this time was different. Sitting in our loungeroom with my husband God said and to this day I still ask my hubby you sure you didn’t hear that? -“do not be afraid I am taking her soon”. As the only Christian in my extended family at that time I spent the next week comforting and preparing my other family members for this. Mummy died peacefully the following Sunday -she was 61. I am so thankful to be witness of His great love and mercy and to have been given the strength to be there for my family. God is love 🙂

    • Wow Heidi, what an amazing story. I’m so sorry for the loss of your Mum, but what a blessing hearing that from God, that preparation time, and to be able to help the family prepare. Wow wow wow. God is so gracious! Thanks so much for sharing.

  3. I was told to never talk religion or politics with friends…but I always thought if they truly are friends then they should be able to have a civil conversation on disagreements and go on still being friends with no love lost…with that said..I wll say in my younger days I used to talk to God…..but I never got an answer back ..never…then I got older and learned things, I asked questions, and my mind meandered to other spirituals things in life other than GOD…and I changed my beliefs slowly gradually overtime..I still hold a lot of core values from Church going days but I have let go of a lot what I called “misconceptions” …now I just talk to my Jiminity The Cricket…who is a great comfort…who Jiminiy is I don’t know..my conscious…my inner ethics, my morality from life experiences….I sometimes envy people like you who say they can talk in such a way…and I respect that you say you can…because who I am to know what is truth…I am happy for you and others like yourself….thanks for sharing as always Megan

    • Philip thank YOU for sharing! I dislike the idea that one should never talk religion or politics. I think if we all talked about these things more not only would life be more interesting, but we’d learn so much more. It’s easy for us all to get too caught up in hardheaded believing in only what we know, and only talking with people who believe the things we do. That’s one of the reasons I posted it, to help break out of that mindset of I’m-right-you’re-wrong-and-I’m-going-to-convince-you-that.
      Keep talking, mate 🙂

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