Missing my voice and my movements is a part of knowing me. To know who I am is to know, who I am not.
In the chase you will find me, in your pursuit of me, you will know, what I value. Many use my name, but do not know me. I want you to know me.
Take down your guards. Silence the ego, dampen the pride, pray against arrogance and repent from piousness.
The still small constant voice is mine. The one that says to give generously, to forgive them that despitefully use you and to love those that are unloveable.
My son, if you receive my words and treasure up my commandments with you, making your ear attentive to wisdom and inclining your heart to understanding; yes, if you call out for insight and raise your voice for understanding, if you seek it like silver and search for it as for hidden treasures, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.