That is the response I gave when first I did think to even imagine that God was talking to me. I mean, perhaps if I had spent an appropriate amount of time considering what it might mean to imagine such a thing I may have quickly removed the very idea from my mind and began instead imagining something else entirely. But, I didn’t. And, the reason I did not is simple. I really did imagine that God spoke to me.
Anyway, below is an image of (among other things) a yellow piece of paper (strategically placed so that I have no choice but to see it every single day) upon which is written the words
(It’s God talking to you)
It is said God doesn’t speak to everyone.