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.
“Yes, Lord, I’m here to write…” “No, write… on THAT… then do with it what you do.”
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.