By Peggy Easterling I remember one time I truly believed I heard the voice of God. Not in an “audible-from-the-sky” kind of way, but in that deep inner knowing that feels holy and clear. I felt prompted to offer an opportunity to someone, and I obeyed with confidence. And I got rejected. Not gently. Not subtly. I mean, rejected in a way that made me replay the entire conversation afterward and question everything. I walked away thinking, “ Did I miss God? Did I make that up?