God never ceases to make me smile. Yesterday, I ended the
blog thanking God for giving me another chance to bear better fruit by pruning
away my bad branches. Then, so totally God…I received this scripture in my
'Daily Bible Verse' e-mail…
John 15:5,8 I am
the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear
much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. This is to my Father's glory,
that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.
He tickles me! Just a gentle reminder and confirmation.
Thank you, Lord!
I often talk about getting the 'holy tap on the shoulder'
from the Lord and waiting for Him to give me the lesson He wants me to write. I
don’t know if you believe that or not but it's true. God is not limited by our
finite thinking, He is not bound that which we find plausible and/or possible.
For this, I am thankful. I'd hate to think God could only perform in areas I
could imagine or create.
My cousin, Beverly, says God wakes her up to 'talk' at 2am
on a regular basis. I believe it. She said she's told Him 6am would be ok, too,
but it's His timing and choices that count. Perhaps God knows the world would
start getting in the way if they 'talked' at 6 rather than 2. He uses dreams,
sermons, books, and other people…all kinds of ways to get messages to us. For
me, the most frequent is the holy tap on the shoulder.
Years ago, God spoke to me in a dream. I was watching the
dream as if it were a video though I was in the video dream, too. I distinctly
remember it, not like a dream that fades away from your memory as the morning sun
fades the darkness. As the spectator of the dream and the actor (for lack of
better word) in the dream, I knew God was talking to me...well, both of us,
actually - me the watcher and me the actor. I participated in the conversation.
Even as the dream progressed, I 'heard' God tell me to wake up and go into the
living room. I assured God I had gotten His point but He said again to wake up
and go into the living room. I'm sure it really was audible because I 'heard'
it loud and clear, it woke me. I got up and went into the living room. Making
Him tell me a third time didn't seem like wisdom. I sat on the couch in the
dark room and we had a talk. Well, I listened; He asked two short questions.
Only two questions, but He waited each time for my answer. My spiritual ears
were involved in this conversation but I do believe it was an audible command
to wake up. I answered aloud.
When God talks to me, it is typically in short sentences. It
might be a word or two…remember "clarified butter" or "consider
the coffee"? Sometimes it's all spiritually imparted. Sometimes words leap
off a page at me with such power I know
it can be nothing else but Him. The point is I expect God to talk to me. I
listen for God to talk to me. I look with accepting eyes for different ways He
uses to speak to me. I desire God to talk to me. I never again in my lifetime
on earth want there to be silence between God and me. I need God to talk to me.
I need it like I need oxygen to breathe.
No comments:
Post a Comment