Voice of God

From: John Thomas Boruff (johnboruff@nc.rr.com)
Story type: Channelling
Location: Mundelein, Illinois
Source: Form Submission

When I was 4 or 5 I remember I was at home with my mom. My dad was at work. I was looking out my bedroom window as the sky was orange because of the sun setting. And I really liked to look at it because it was pretty with the clouds made as colors by the sun. Mesmerized, I sunk into deep thought of nothing just looking at the colors. Nothing in my mind. Just quiet. I heard a voice call my name short and simple, "John", it said. It sounded more like a man's voice than a woman's but I asked my mom anyway if she called me from downstairs. She said she did not. If I had known what to do then I would of said, "Here I am Lord, tell me what to do." I have heard no such voice since then. I guess the only way to open up to that realm is to quiet your mind. I can only conclude this was indeed the voice of my Maker.