I've spent a lot of my life wondering how God specifically speaks to me. This summer that was revealed to me.
There was a camper with a story that his counselor could relate to, but neither of them had fully processed it yet. The Lord laid it on my heart to pray for this counselor; and, in not knowing what to pray, I lifted the situation to God. Later I decided to write this counselor a letter of encouragement. In searching for words to write, I began to write out an organized, cohesive prayer instead. Suddenly, I no longer felt like I should give the counselor the letter. At first, I tried to fight that feeling but ultimately gave in to it. The next night, I was blessed with the opportunity to pray, out loud, the prayer that I had written down, with the counselor. It wasn't until the next morning that I realized, God just spoke to me and guided my steps! The longer I thought about it, the more my mind flooded with times I had acted on "random feelings" on things I couldn't have known anything about. Then it hit me. God just revealed how He speaks to me.