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A Quiet Voice Within


As a teacher of origami, Art Beaudry was asked to represent his school at an exhibit at a large mall. He decided to take along a couple hundred folded paper cranes to pass out to people who stopped at his booth.

Before that day, something strange happened — a voice told him to find a piece of gold foil paper and make a gold origami crane. The voice was so insistent that Art actually found himself rummaging through his collection of origami papers at home until he found one flat, shiny piece of gold foil.

“Why am I doing this?” he asked himself. Art had never worked with the shiny gold paper; it didn’t fold as easily or neatly as the crisp multicolored papers. But that little voice kept nudging. Art tried to ignore the voice. “Why gold foil anyway? Paper is much easier to work with,” he grumbled.

The voice continued. “Do it! And give it to a special person.” By now Art was getting a little cranky. “What special person?” he asked the voice. “You’ll know which one,” the voice said.

That evening Art carefully folded and shaped the unforgiving gold foil until it became as graceful and delicate as a real crane about to take flight. He packed the exquisite crane in the box along with about 200 other colorful paper cranes he’d made over the previous few weeks.

The next day at the mall, dozens upon dozens of people stopped by Art’s booth to ask questions about origami. He demonstrated the art. He folded, unfolded and refolded. He explained the intricate details, the need for sharp creases.

Then, suddenly, there was a woman standing in front of Art. Was this that special person? Art had never seen her before, and she hadn’t said a word as she watched him carefully fold a pink piece of paper into a crane with pointed, graceful wings.

Art glanced up at her face, and before he realized it, he found himself reaching for the gold-foil crane he’d labored over the night before. Carefully he picked up the gold crane, and gently placed it in the woman’s hand.

Art said: “I don’t know why, but a voice told me to give you that golden crane. The crane is the ancient symbol of peace,” Art said simply.

The woman didn’t say a word as she slowly cupped her hand around the fragile bird as if it were alive. When Art looked at her face, he saw tears filling her eyes.

Finally, the woman took a deep breath and said, “My husband died three weeks ago. This is the first time I’ve been out. Today….” She wiped her eyes with her free hand, still gently cradling the golden crane with the other. Then she said very quietly, as tears streamed down her face. “Today would have been our ‘golden’ wedding anniversary.”

Then the lady said in a clear voice, “Thank you so much for this beautiful gift. Now I know that my husband is at peace.

“Don’t you see? The voice you heard, it was the voice of God, and this beautiful crane is a gift from Him. It’s the most wonderful 50th wedding anniversary gift I could have received. Thank you for listening to Holy Spirit within your heart.”

And that’s how Art learned to listen very carefully, when the Holy Spirit speaks to him within, and tells him to do things he may not understand — now or even later.

Are you listening, my friend? God may be speaking to you.

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Comments on: "A Quiet Voice Within" (6)

  1. Oh this story is beautiful, magical.
    God always gives each of us special graces and wants us to harness and share them with others. I really like the end of the story when he says about the voice of the Holy Spirit and listen to their advice.
    I believe that God always speaks to us and often want to convey something insistentemete but we are paying attention to other things. I humbly that God shows in small things, in an act of love, a flower, a small gesture, a smile.
    I also believe that the story conveys that things happen in life that respond to logic, reason and everything has meaning and why. We are small compared to the vastness of God and His ways are mysterious.
    I liked this post, thank you for this gift of gold.
    Love.
    Anabella

    • Dear Anabella:
      You are so right when you say that we do not often stop and listen to that voice speaking to us. God always speaks generally and it’s up to us to be able to a tune in and hear it. These types of stories are always inspiring because we know that it happens more than people talk about. Thank you so much for your comment.
      Many blessings,
      Cherokee Billie

  2. Such a beautiful inspiring story. Thanks for sharing.
    Love
    Linda

    • Dear Linda:
      I am very glad that this message spoke to your heart. I thought it was very beautiful. Thank you for your comment.
      Many blessings,
      Cherokee Billie

  3. Good Morning, Cherokee Billie! Haven’t come over in a while, too much to think about, too much to do, looking for another job as well…. Hope you are doing fine.
    This story was so moving that it brought tears to my eyes. The voice of God inside us is so soft and so quiet, that I come to the conclusion that only through a quiet mind we are able to listen to it. I say this based on my own experience. When my mind is full of problems to solve (like it is right now, but I try to keep positive thoughts) and I am thinking only about myself or what is going on with my own life, that is the time I may have failed (countless times) to listen to HIS voice. Thank you for reminding me of this wonderful communication channel. Could we say intuition is definitely God’s voice, then?

    All the best wishes for a lovely day,

    Karina de Cillo

    • Dear Karina:
      It is good to hear from you again. I hope that your health has improved greatly. I will keep praying that you find a job quickly. I felt this was one of the most touching stories I had heard it in a long time and I’m glad you felt the same. I would definitely say that intuition Is the voice of God. That’s why I always tell people that everyone has psychic abilities; it just depends on how much you tune in to get the answers. So good to hear from you again my friend.
      Many blessings,
      Cherokee Billie

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