Some months after God said, "Don't think about it, and I will take care of you," I was looking out the back window at the trees and sky. I asked God, "Do you really love me?" and He said, "Of course I love you."
Some years after that, I was meditating. I was about to fall asleep, and God said my name. It was a nice, masculine voice.
Those are the three times God spoke to me in words, that I can remember, or that I heard.
