Have you ever had those moments when you saw just the right quote or verse when you needed it, heard just the right song, the sermon at church seemed to be written just for you, a friend said the exact words you needed to hear, a stranger touched you in an unexpected way?.?. And you just knew at that moment that it was God speaking to you?
God speaks to us in so many ways, if we are just willing to listen
I’ve had so many instances of this communication lately, I could go on and on. I thought it would be fun to share a few of these, because heaven knows there have been way too many times when I HAVEN’T had any communication with God and I’ve needed him desperately. Lately has been different though. Lately my faith has grown as I have opened my heart and mind in the midst of a major war with my depression and anxiety, and asked, prayed, begged God to reveal Himself to me. To talk to me. To let me knows He’s real. Over and over and over again. Some of you may not believe in God, some may wonder if He’s real, or if He is real, why would He let you go through this, why won’t he answer your prayers, why you can’t hear Him, why… (The list is endless) Or maybe like me, you’ve felt the spirit working in or around you at various times in your life. Whatever it might be; whether you take this as spirits, God, or merely coincidence, I believe that God has been speaking to me lately more than ever and helping me get through. And maybe, just maybe you’ll find a bit of encouragement in reading my experiences.
It started in January of this year. I had lost my diamond cross necklace several months earlier. I had searched high and low for it and finally given up on the search, convinced it was gone for good. One day, I prayed the prayer “God. If you’re real, reveal yourself to me. Make me believe.” On that very day, I walked through the hallway of my old house and stepped on something on the wood planked floor. I ignored it, assuming it was something from the kids – toy, paper, whatever. I didn’t see anything and wasn’t in the mood to scan the floor (if you have kids around you know what I’m talking about). A few minutes later, I walked back through the hallway, this time stepping on something again and hearing it slide across the floor. Mind you, this is a floor that had been cleaned many, many times with remodel and kid induced messes. But of course, having stepped on something two times in a row, I looked down this time to figure out what on Earth I had stepped on. And there lying in the middle of the hardwood floor, was my cross. God revealed himself to me through my lost cross.
Well played, God
Fast forward. I’ve been trying to read the book “The Me I Want to Be” by John Ortberg for over a year and been slooooowly working through it. Well, last week I sent a text to my best friend, telling her how I’ve been completely burned out by some people in my life. Literally, not more than 5 minutes later, I open my book to the next chapter and it’s about how God places difficult people in our lives to help us grow. I then happened to need, use and apply the lesson the following day.
Well played, God
I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with my life; listening, praying, reaching for God’s calling, trying (key word) to be patient and trust in Him. Wednesday night I started a bible study app that has repetitively stated variations of verses that “you are not alone.” Sunday morning I started working on this post, and was unable to finish as I was interrupted by the kids. After getting their breakfast and feeding our dog Zero, I checked the mail and it was a book about the bible and its’ place in our futures. Um, okay? When Terrance, my husband, got up I was talking to him about how God has been communicating with me and repeating the message “you are not alone.” We went to church, where my mother in law and her boyfriend joined us for their first time (awesome experience!) And then, our pastor spoke his message on… You guessed it. “You are not alone.” Really, at this point, all I could do was smile, cry a few tears, and thank God. Well played, well played… There are so many more instances I could share as of lately but I don’t want to keep you reading all day! However, I would love to know—
How does God speak to you?
I’d love to read your stories of encouragement, so please comment and share! And if you feel that God doesn’t communicate with you, or hasn’t ever – it’s okay. You are not alone and it doesn’t always happen when you want it to. But I invite you to open your heart once again to hear Him, or send me a message and I’d love to join you in prayer that you may find refuge and friendship in Jesus, our Lord our God. He may just be in the places you least expect to find Him