by Cindi McMenamin
“What am I doing wrong?” Rita asked me with a look of exasperation in her eyes. “Why doesn’t God speak to me?”
Rita had known the Lord as her Savior for a year, but she had never “heard” His voice.
“What are you expecting to hear?” I asked Rita, trying to understand where she was coming from.
“His voice, the thundering, the boom – I don’t know – you tell me!” she said, throwing up her hands in frustration.
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