He speaks to me through many ways. He regularly speaks to me through His Word and occasionally through that feeling in my gut. At times He speaks through my friends and other people, and through music, lyrics and worship. Occasionally He'll speak to me through sermons (this hasn't happened much at all of late though), and sometimes through books. He often speaks to me through His creations and my surroundings - even through something like the sunset, sea, rain, birds. Heck, He's even spoken to me through ants before!
In fact, I even believe that He tried to speak to me through bird poop the other day
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On many occasions God has spoken to me through my own journal entries written to Him. I'll look back on them, or look back on the past and He will explain and piece together what I had not seen or understood at those times.
He speaks to me through songs He inspires me to write. He speaks to me through memories too. For example, recently I have been thinking about what it means to be 'hidden in Christ'. While pondering it, I was reminded of one of my favourite, special hiding spots as a child. My parents had a large suitcase in their closet and on a regular basis I would stand in front of it and sink back down into it. There, I would hide and spend my time thinking and just hanging out. There, I was safe and secure from everything outside of it; from life. Nothing could touch me. There, I could relax, be at peace and rest. There, things were calm and quiet.
I'm not sure if God was trying to use this to explain "hidden in Christ" to me but I have some idea of what He was trying to say to me. I don't need a physical hiding place to escape to (e.g. that suitcase back when I was a kid). God is *here* - the Spirit already dwells within me. I am in Christ and He is in me. He is my refuge and shelter. He is my place of rest and the calm I can escape to in the midst of the storm. Sometimes it seems that my mind and emotions are endlessly under attack and it can be quite the intense struggle. Deep down inside me though is a special place not even the enemy can reach. It's a special place reserved strictly for my Father and I; a place where we can be intimate; a place where I can rest and be assured that I am safe in the arms of the great Almighty!
Occasionally God will speak to me through visions too. He often places a lot of images in my mind to either point something out to me or to better help me understand something.
I'm sure there are many other ways He speaks to me that I have failed to mention this time round. I've come to realise that God can be quite the talker! He is often speaking and He can use anything He wants to get His messages through. Often I just forget to tune in and listen.
Hah. You guessed it: bird poop. 
I said, "Heh. Right. That's my sign. Thanks God, I'm going home."
