He Shall Feed His Flock Like a Shepherd (Handel) — Fiona Wright

So what do I mean when I say "God speaks to me"? Well, many things. But here's one example: yesterday was a particularly hard day, and I woke up this morning feeling exhausted and discouraged. And as I was praying for strength and encouragement I heard, as distinctly as if it had been an audible performance in the room with me, this. Not the whole thing, just the violin line. So I quieted my mind, and let the rest of it play in my heart, and I found strength and encouragement. Then, after my prayers, I went and played it on a device, and found hope and peace.

God speaks in riddles and layers. He wants us to seek him, to search for him, to wrestle with him; to unearth meaning and unravel mysteries. Why? I don't know. Maybe he's bored. :)

I particularly liked this rendition, which I clicked on because of the sweet pastoral scene: the child's voice, while not the most technically powerful or flawless performance, adds a layer of significance and poignancy.