Do you ever hear a voice, not in your head, but in your heart?
A voice as familiar as your mom’s calling you for breakfast as you lay snuggled in bed.
A voice as deep and strong as your dad’s telling you he’s proud of you as he holds your toddler face against his chest after you took your first step.
A voice as reassuring and comforting as that of your soulmate as you said goodbye to your parent at the edge of their earthen grave.
Among the multitude of voices we hear each day, there’s another distinct voice different from all the others. It has a tone, a resonance, a vibration that we can only hear when we become still and listen deeply. It rises within our inner body—our heart—and speaks to us with words of love, because it is the Voice of Love.
I believe that Voice is real, not because I can explain it, or even say it has an audible sound. But rather, I notice and experience it at times. It is becoming a familiar friend. A whisper that rises like mist from within my lungs penetrating softly into my heart.
It guides me, encourages me. It tells me when to move forward and when to pull back. It creates itself in and through me. And speaks to me of who I Am.
I have heard others speak of this Voice. Perhaps it may have been the same Voice the Son of God heard in the desert, or in the Garden of Gethsemane, or upon the cross as he demanded an answer to why he had been abandoned. And to which after hearing that Voice remind him he was with him always, to which he opened his Heart.
—brian j plachta
I never got that kiss with Teresa. But as I reflect on that long-ago night, I realize Sister Carmella shared two pieces of wisdom I’ll never forget: to leave room for Jesus and the healing power of a smile.