"What am I doing wrong?" Rita asked me with a look of exasperation in her eyes. "Why doesn't' God speak to me?"

Rita had known the Lord as her Savior for a year, but she had never "heard" His voice.

"What are you expecting to hear?" I asked Rita, trying to understand where she was coming from.

"His voice, the thundering, the boom – I don't know – you tell me!" she said, throwing up her hands in frustration.