It's a God Thing
Have you heard the expression "It's a God thing"? I love d how this phrase is used to explain wonderous events.
This morning at church I sat with one of my church sisters (Hey Rocky!). She said "Want to hear about a God thing that happened to me this week?" I urged her to tell me and enjoyed her story.
I had one myself to share with her. Today I gave the Old Testement reading during the church service. As it turned out, it was a passage that I had prepared for my Girls' Weekend last week. I had read it many times in different translations of the Bible and had studied it. I was comfortable with the story and had fallen in love with it. Getting the chance to read it today felt like an affirmation of faith. It felt like a "God Thing."
Have you experienced any "God Things" recently that you'd like to share? We all can grow from hearing and uplifting each others' stories.
posted by Jill @ 8:54 PM
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Ahhh "God Things"...
I will share one of my more profound experiences and I apologize to those who know me and have heard this story. :-)
One night I awoke from a sound sleep with a woman's name in my head and a voice telling me to call her. I rolled over, looked at my alarm clock it was 12am, and I promptly nestled back into my warm bed. (This was winter in Chicago!
I was once again thrown out of my winter sleep by the same voice with the same woman's name and a much louder command to call her. It was now about 1am.
It felt as though I had been yelled at by my father which was disturbing enough that I had actually sat up in bed this time. (My Dad never raised his voice so it was a strange analogy for me to be holding in my head.)
I started a conversation with God, because it hadn't been the first time in my life I had heard His voice, but this time this was a doozy! I had only met this woman once at a party at my Professor's house. She was his wife. I know for a fact this woman didn't remember my name if she even remembered that night. It was a student faculty thing.
So the conversation went like this:
Me: I don't even know this woman and she won't even know who I am.
God: Silence.
Me: It is now almost 2am and this is just crazy! She's my Professor's wife! What about my grade?! What about my reputation?!
God: Silence.
Me: I'm going back to sleep this is just crazy!
So I tucked back in for a shorter winters nap.
The next thing I know I am sitting up straight in bed after having a voice yell in my ear...Get up!...Call her now!...It's almost too late!
Conversation continues...
Me: It's almost 3am are you nuts!I will look like a lunatic! Are you sure her name is Joanne?! I don't remember her name!
God: Silence.
Me: You aren't going to let me go back to sleep are you?!
God: Silence.
I find my Professor's home phone, pick up the phone, start dialing and thinking to myself...well tomorrow will be ugly...might even be talking to a therapist (I'm a therapist)...yippee...
A female voice answers the phone and I ask if this is Joanne and she says yes. I then begin to try to explain the "Crazy God Voice Thing" in my life and I had been awakened and told tonight to call her...several times...
I am expecting swearing and a quick hang up after she verifies my name for a "phone call" to the powers that be tomorrow but what I get is a woman in tears and sobbing "thank you Jesus!"
You see she had been sitting in bed with a bottle of pills and wine aftering being told by her husband, my Professor, that he was leaving her because he had fallen in love with a student. My phone call had interrupted her hand filled with pills to her mouth.
She thanked me for having the courage to do God's will and that she knew now that God loved her even if her husband didn't and that He would be with her tomorrow when she had to tell her children.
I asked her if we could meet for breakfast since it was almost 6am and she said yes. I got up, went to my knees and asked for forgiveness of my willful heart and promised never to be afraid to do any God Thing that was asked of me.
I dressed and went to breakfast with a Sister who needed another woman's heart to know that God loved her and found her life valuable even when she felt she was dying.
We are God's hands and hearts here on Earth. We must listen for His voice so that we can be His answer to their need.
She became a powerful prayer partner of mine for many years. :-)
Deborah
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