11:28AM on 28/11. That’s what I
saw. No coincidence as I looked down at my computer’s clock. “What are you
saying, Lord?” was my simple question; a learned response that so many of you
relate with.
“Write!”
“Yes, Lord, I’m here to write…” “No, write… on THAT… then do with it what you do.”
“Oh!”
So here it is.
The greatest joy of my life is that
God speaks to me. With such consistency of regularity that the phenomenon
cannot be explained away. For fifteen years, more or less, continually.
When God speaks, I’m taken to
unexpected places. Yet almost always for a reason that seems obvious to me as I
look back. Even if it seems bizarre to say “yes” and follow without logic or reason.
I call it trust, though many will
perhaps not understand. And in my following, I don’t always go where I want to
go; where I’m comfortable going; where there’s benefit going. Sometimes it
appears to be a complete waste of time. And yet I find myself saying, “Lord, if
You say so…”
As the Lord speaks in the most
inaudible of ways, I listen because I’ve learned the hard way. So often. Too
often. And yet that is what God is teaching me; more patient is my Lord than I
can ever contemplate.
As I hear God speak, I’m led to
imagine with wonder how veritably deep, spiritually, this life is. How much of
it do I not understand? — and never will! And how acceptable is that? Very. It has
to be that way.
There is no point in attempting to
change what is eternal.
The longer I follow Jesus, the more
I realise how important listening is; to lean not on my own understanding; to
bow to a wisdom far greater than mine, and yet so indelibly inscrutable.
Jesus keeps my life abundantly
simple. Most especially as I hear him speak through discerning.
It’s the numbers and words I see,
it’s the human connections I experience, it’s the thoughts he gives me for
prayer, and it’s time on a day where there’s a modicum of space for copious
portions of his grace. And so very much more.
God speaks to me. I like that. I
need it. Everything has dimension and perspective because of it. My experience
of a meaningful life is pregnant for this very reason. God gives me and is my purpose.
The precious gift of conversing
with the Divine is within everyone’s grasp.
All it takes is the openness of mind
and heart to enter a pilgrimage where the Lord takes you.
The better we hear the Lord speak,
the better listeners we become.
Right now, I’m questioning
something I have felt God has been asking me to do — have I discerned correctly?
It’s up to God to confirm it. And I’m at peace with that.
Yes, I do have many doubts, but these
I’ve learned are centrally within the field of the conversation.