Kim Clement - Call me Crazy, But Im Hearing Gods Voice: Secrets to Hearing the Voice of God

To God, my best friend, familiar neighbor, and the source of everything. Thank you for making this journey possible.

To the following choice people, sent by God and who made these adventures a testimony of who God is in our world:

To Jane, my wife, best friend, and partner for life; you know everything about me and this makes the truth so exciting because you were there from the start and have been a witness to Gods working in my life. Without His work there is no wordyou were there for the work as well as the word. Thank you.

To Donn, Jacquelyn, Caleb, Elizabeth, and Jakob, my children. You are the breath that I take everyday; without you there is no expression.

To Babette, my mother, who forced me to continue classical music until I was converted to Rock and then to The Rock, Christ Jesus. Thanks E.B. Ill keep the volume down when I retire.

To my late father, V.C. Your dream was for me to enjoy what I did one dayI love it! Your desire was always to have boys with short hair and neat appearancessorry. Your labor and gentle strength paid offwere all good fathers because of you. This is the real deal in Christendom and speaks more than the greatest sermons. Thank you for your example.

To the devil, for making God look so great.

To my dedicated team. A.T., Hannah, Miranda, Sunil, Charlie, Debbie, Johnny, Cindy, Velasco, Danny, Stan, and Joelwithout you this prophetic voice would lack passion and energy. You are Gods choice and what a choice!

To Don Milam for being a friend and placing pressure on me to make this project successful, and for enjoying fine wine with me.

To Angelina Snootsyou little flirtonly a year old and catching my attention constantly.

To the Warriors of God for standing on the sidelines encouraging me during difficult timesyoure the partners that every minister dreams for. Thank you for your love and support.

To Bishop Dick Bernal. Youre a friend not only to me and my household, but a friend of God. You believed in my style before many others did, and because of that I am free to be who I am today.

To David Clement, my brother. Thank you for believing in me and for remembering all the moments in my life that I had forgotten. There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. You are both.

To Shelley Belton, my only sister. Your great mission in lifefamily. You are the invisible thread that holds us all together. Your smile and laugh, contagious even when you have pain, tells the depth of your character. We all need a dose of Shelley to remember the sanctity of family.

To my late brother, Barry. We will never forget you. You live in these pages because you were there before I was born and helped fashion a sound in me. Your trumpet is alive in me.

To my dear doctor and friend, Lance Wallnau. You have made me aware of my strengths, and you have been there to subdue me in the storms and fire me up in the calm. You are a genuine voice into my life.

God, I have a request: Lets do some more crazy stuff!