Flashes of light in my memory

When pain and sorrow becomes overflowing joy:

I am being taught to hear the "still small voice" of the HOLY SPIRIT in this new season of my life. I have always known it I think. When I was a little girl I would hear it telling me to take that big black book from the shelf. It was a dusty old Bible with a yiddish section in the back. No one ever read this book, no one took it from the shelf, but there I was reading the book of GENESIS secretly behind the couch, in the corner of the living room. There have been times when the HOLY SPIRIT has been more like the sound of a lightning bolt with its brilliant flash of light and loud crack of thunder, awakening me from a sound sleep. Suddenly I am fully alert with every fiber of my being ready to respond, and there is absolutely no question who is speaking.

I was awaken this morning repeating these words, "Snippets of colour flashing through my mind."

Snippets of colour flashing through my mind,
between my memories.
Flashes of light seen clearly throughout the windows of my past.
They were sifting through the pain and tears, the joy and laughter.
Holy ground.
My life has been HOLY ground.
It has been GOD walking with me.