Rambling on about Navigating the Journey Within; Life is Loud.

In the ceaseless unfolding of days, with their shimmering promise and shadowed uncertainty, I have learned to trust an inner compass—my personal GPS. This is not a device that chirps directions from a screen, nor a map that charts the roads etched upon the earth. Rather, it is an invisible yet profound force that resides deep inside me, always ready to be summoned when I close my eyes and hear the silence roar. It is composed of my intuition, my values, and what I lovingly call my “God voice”—that sacred whisper which arises from the stillness between my thoughts, guiding and comforting me as I make my way through the twists and turns of life.

To engage this inner GPS, I must first be willing to venture into the landscape within. Here, with eyes closed, the outside world recedes. The loud noise of the world dims, the opinions of others fall away, and I am left with the truth of my own heart. It is in these moments that I feel the gentle stirrings of my intuition, a sense of “knowing,”  a subtle nudge toward what feels right and away from what feels wrong, I search for clarity. This intuition whispers in sensations, flashes of insight, a flutter in my chest, or the trickle of a tear as it escapes from the corner of my eye. It is the way of hearing a language older than words. It is what I seek, My God Voice…

My God voice. Some call it conscience, others call it spirit, but for me, it is the divine thread that has been woven deeply into my being. In moments of doubt or longing, it whispers with a quiet authority, reminding me that I am never truly alone. God alone knows my heart in its fullness, the dreams that shimmer in its depths and the fears that lurk in its shadows. This voice is my companion, my guardian, and my guide, gently nudging me forward when the way is unclear.

Life is rarely a straight road. It is a mosaic of crossroads, detours, and open highways. It is filled with dirt rods, off ramps, and even potholes that could swallow me whole. Some days, I feel sure of my direction, moving with confidence and clarity. On others, I am confronted by fog, uncertainty, and the unexpected. Yet, no matter what the terrain, I have come to trust the process of moving forward day by day, one day at a time, guided by my inner GPS.

Each morning is an opportunity to check in with myself. I usually begin with a few moments of quiet, breathing deeply, letting my mind settle. In this stillness, I listen for the voice within—What do I need today? What feels true to me right now? What is calling for my attention? My intuition offers clues, sometimes clear and sometimes cryptic, but always present if I choose to listen.

My values act as signposts. When faced with choices, both great and small, I ask myself: Which path honors who I am and who I aspire to be? Will this action bring more kindness, more honesty, more courage into the world? If the answer is yes, I know I am on solid ground. If the answer is no or uncertain, I pause, attempt to recalibrate, and dig deep to find a better connection with the God voice. I know always that it is there, sometimes it just is stifled by the noise of the world around me.  Even in the absence of clear direction, there is comfort in knowing that the deepest part of me is connected to something greater, a wisdom that transcends my own understanding.

The world today is in an upheaval that is fueled by misinformation, lies, untruths, and opinions that are not based on facts but rather on pieces of evidence that comes from uninformed or biased ideals. Facts have become something that now have to be mined, digging deeper and deeper into the decay of our society to find truths and understand the reality that is indeed real.  Life in its essence is not science, but rather an art. It requires patience, humility, and a willingness to wade through the swamp of life to find what is real and good. We must accept that not every answer we seek will be immediate or obvious. The insanity in the world today is so LOUD… When this happens, I remind myself to return to the basics: breathe, quiet the mind, and wait for the inner voice to speak…

There are times when intuition contradicts logic, when what feels right does not align with what seems reasonable. In these moments, I weigh my options carefully, seeking a balance between head and heart. My values help to clarify the distinction, and my God voice provides reassurance that it is okay to step into the unknown, trusting that I will find my way. When stress or anxiety arise, I pay attention to the signals my body sends: a racing heartbeat, tense muscles, shallow breath. These are messages, not enemies, and by embracing them with curiosity rather than judgment, I am better able to decipher their meaning and respond appropriately.

Moving forward is an act of faith and courage. It is choosing to walk into the future, guided not by certainty but by trust in my inner compass. I have learned that the way is rarely illuminated all at once, but instead, it reveals itself step by step, day by day. The journey is not about arriving at a destination but about embracing the process of becoming, of living as best you can. In doing and being what you can live with in your own soul.

As I continue forward, I trust that my inner compass will never lead me astray, so long as I remain faithful to its guidance. The world may be full of noise and distraction, but my heart is a sanctuary of truth. No one knows its landscape as I do—but God, who walks with me in every step. In times of turmoil I recite this passage, “God is within her, she will not fail. God will help her at the break of day.” Psalm 46-5

The world and society have become, are becoming, a place filled with misdirection, and I can feel the heaviness and anger as it grumbles beneath the surface. I struggle day by day, just as we all seem to be, or so many of us are and do. I engage my intuition, my values, and strain to hear my God voice. Day by day, I move forward—even when the way is unclear. And day by day, I affirm that my heart holds truths only I and God can know. This is my compass, my guide, my map through the terrain of life. And with each step, I find not only my way, but myself. I hope that somehow you can feel a bit of hope in my confession of faith, that you too can find your God Voice. I hope you find your peace, some joy, and the strength you need to navigate through the road ahead…