A few years ago I was at a church camp. At the time we were studing how God would not always come out and talk to you in a regular voice. How you would have to listen to small things. For example, the burning bush. Everynight we would gather around a campfire. We would have sort of a closing word for the day. Right before we had our closing prayer, a teacher spoke again how Gods voice will sometimes be silent and work its way up. I believe he may have even said, Like a storm. During our prayer we heard a storm suddenly. It was not a storm to be scared of. It was a comforting feeling. Everyone knew God was with us and telling us he was there.
Everytime i think about that story i still get cold chills. I dont know if it was one of those things where you had to be there or not, but it was fascinating.
