Lent 2018 Devotional: Day Sixteen

“Then a cloud overshadowed them, and from the cloud there came a voice, ‘This is my Son, the Beloved; listen to him!’” —Mark 9:7

We don’t usually hear a voice from heaven reminding us to listen to Jesus. As we go about our day-to-day lives, it is easy to forget that he is always present with us. We are always to see his face in the faces of those around us, and listen for the voice of the Spirit. Take a moment now. Breathe. Sit silently in prayer, opening yourself to hear the voice of Jesus. Listen to him.

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