I love when God speaks to me. Sometimes it comes in a quiet whisper blowing through my soul. Often His words leap off the pages of my Bible hitting the target of my heart. I recall other incidents of His wisdom reaching me through friends or sermons. But my very favorite messages from God occur when I am drying my hair. Some of the most profound insight nuggets have arrived during the hot air from my Remington Ion blasting my head.

I’m not sure if the electric current helps me hear His thoughts, if my mind is still and listening, or if it’s just my special time with Jesus. Either way, I look forward to my 5 minutes of noisy, heated solitude.