Hearing GOD's Voice
Twice in my life I have really felt that I heard clear words from GOD. Not an audible voice, but distinct words. (Funny how both times were in Sweden, when I was probably closest to GOD.)
Chelleybutton just reminded me of one of them.
I was upset. I don't think it was over anything in particular, it was just a culmination of being away from home, living in a crowdeder-than-crowded dorm, feeling alone, and yet feeling like there was nowhere to escape to, and all that.
It was after supper, and people were still in the dining room or off hanging out. I went to my room and started telling GOD how frustrated I was. (But not praying. I didn't feel like praying. I didn't want to talk to GOD. I was venting). "Ugh! I'm sick of it all! I don't want to do this anymore. I know I should read my Bible to get me out of this mood, but I don't want to! Praying would probably make me feel better, too, but I don't want to! I'm sick of everything! Ugh! I'm sick of everyone! I don't want to go downstairs, to see if people will make me feel better, cuz all they'll do is give me some dumb spiritual answer. 'GOD is good. I'm sure HE's teaching you something. Just pray. HE allows hard times for a reason.' I know that! And I don't want to hear it! It doesn't mean anything! And I don't want to read the Bible! I'm so upset! I hate this! UGH!!!'
Finally I paused. And in that pause, I heard, "I know, my child. Read my Word."
And this flood of warmth rushed over me. "Oh! I can do that, can't I?" It was like it was a totally novel concept. Something I hadn't even considered doing. It was beautiful.
I had no idea where to start, so I just flipped it open. And there I read, "I call on the LORD in my distress, and HE answers me." GOD is Good.
Chelleybutton just reminded me of one of them.
I was upset. I don't think it was over anything in particular, it was just a culmination of being away from home, living in a crowdeder-than-crowded dorm, feeling alone, and yet feeling like there was nowhere to escape to, and all that.
It was after supper, and people were still in the dining room or off hanging out. I went to my room and started telling GOD how frustrated I was. (But not praying. I didn't feel like praying. I didn't want to talk to GOD. I was venting). "Ugh! I'm sick of it all! I don't want to do this anymore. I know I should read my Bible to get me out of this mood, but I don't want to! Praying would probably make me feel better, too, but I don't want to! I'm sick of everything! Ugh! I'm sick of everyone! I don't want to go downstairs, to see if people will make me feel better, cuz all they'll do is give me some dumb spiritual answer. 'GOD is good. I'm sure HE's teaching you something. Just pray. HE allows hard times for a reason.' I know that! And I don't want to hear it! It doesn't mean anything! And I don't want to read the Bible! I'm so upset! I hate this! UGH!!!'
Finally I paused. And in that pause, I heard, "I know, my child. Read my Word."
And this flood of warmth rushed over me. "Oh! I can do that, can't I?" It was like it was a totally novel concept. Something I hadn't even considered doing. It was beautiful.
I had no idea where to start, so I just flipped it open. And there I read, "I call on the LORD in my distress, and HE answers me." GOD is Good.
posted by melilotnfosco | 7:26 PM
6 Comments:
What a beautiful story! Thank you for sharing it. We are so blessed to serve such a Mighty God!
:D (i can very much relate to that "i'm sick of it all!" btw -- so nice that God knows that and welcomes us:)
(but why did you leave me so suddenly tonight? i thought it was the phone but then it ended up being permanent! well, as long as you're not mad at me & still coming to visit me...:)
you were Bible studying and i didn't want to disturb you (and you hadn't said bye, either, you know ;P )
i truly believe that God does speak - we're just usually to busy to listen. but when we do, it's a beautiful, amazing thing.
i've heard Him once, and His voice is unmistakable because of the overwhelming peace that comes with it.
I didn't leave. :P But I suppose we've figured it out sort of (that it was our computers' fault somehow...). Sorry to assume the worst!
Sorry to echo BusyMommy, but YES, what a BEAUTIFUL story! Thank you for telling it, Mel!!
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