The Voice That Sounds Like Yours

DAY 6 — The Voice That Sounds Like Yours

Prompt:

What does peace sound like?

And how do you trust it?

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There is a voice inside of us.
Some call it God.
Some call it the Holy Spirit.
Some call it instinct, or intuition, or maybe it’s just gut.

It doesn’t shout.
It doesn’t beg.
But somehow, it brings clarity in the cloudiest of times.
Light in the darkest of moments.

And the real question isn’t whether it exists—
but whether it can be trusted.

There are scriptures about this.
Maybe I’ll unpack them someday.
But this isn’t that.

This isn’t teaching.
It’s just me.

How do I know I’m not just filling in the void with what I want to hear?

The voice sometimes convicts
and it sometimes stings—
but thats usually because I’ve tried to bend things—
things that were never meant to hold me.

So—how do I know?

My test is easy.
At least, it looks simple on paper.

If the voice leads me toward light—
toward wholeness, peace, and love—
especially when it stretches me—
I credit it to something beyond me.
Something sacred.

If the voice is negative, judging, belittling, or mean,
I assume it’s coming from my own head.

And let’s be honest—
I can be a real jerk to myself.
I can also be an anarchist.
I can rationalize almost anything
and I can make it all look good on paper.

So how do I know those thoughts aren’t mine?

The truth?
I don’t.
Not in a provable way.
All I have is experience.

And experience tells me this:

When I listen to the voice that leads me,
and encourages me
to help more,
to love deeper,
to risk,
to be vulnerable,
to share,
to show up with care—
When I listen to that voice,
when I trust it,
I end up in better places.

And when I yield to the voice that justifies anything,
the one that fuels fear,
forecasts doom,
isolates me—
I shrink.
I spiral.
I forget who I am.

I get taken out.

So is it God,
or is it me?

Maybe both.
Maybe neither.
Maybe that question matters less than I thought.

What I know is this:
When I listen to the voice that leads me toward light,
toward love,
toward the kind of surrender that makes me more human—

I feel closer to me than I ever can get by myself.

It doesn’t yell.
It doesn’t shame.
It doesn’t rush.
It knows my pain.

When I am falling off the path—
the one that was said to be impossible—
it reminds me
of another journey.
Different starting places,
Different turning points,
Different moments of trust,
Different moments of surrender.

And when I listen—
really listen—
what comes next
feels like grace all around me.
A whisper becomes a step.
A step becomes a path.
And the path—
quiet, sacred, impossible—
somehow always worth taking.

I guess there are two voices inside of us.
One pulls me inward, toward fear and control.
The other pushes me outward, toward love and light.

I choose the one that gives me life.

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This post is part 6 of 7 of The Voice Between the Lines —
a 7-day return to your Sacred Story.

You can start at Day 1 or jump in wherever the whisper finds you.

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