God Speaks to Me

Our minister recently posed an interesting question in her sermon.  How has God spoken to you?   After telling the story of how she came to be part of our ministry, she even went so far as to encourage members to write to or tell her about their experiences in which they felt God had spoken to them.

 Now, there are two things that popped into my mind right away.  First of all, if I was ever to start hearing “the voice” I would never admit it for fear of the big men in white coats packing big butterfly nets looking for me.  Second of all, if anyone starts getting up to “testify” and it even looks like it is going to turn into a bible thumping repent-fest, I’m going to turn around and start waddling out of that church as fast as my five-kid butt and thunder thighs will take me.

 And then I got “the e-mail”.  (Yeah, blew me away too.  Who knew God could be so technological?)

 All funning aside, I received an e-mail this week that caused me to, once again, stop and realize just how far all my blessings extend.  Someone who hardly knows me, mostly knows of me, took the time to drop me an e-mail and say she hadn’t “seen” me on the net recently and was concerned that things had gotten difficult with Superbabe.  She just wanted me to know that she was thinking of us and hoping for the best.  It sat me back, and I realized that there are blessings far beyond what I see in my normal everyday life.

 Originally, I thought I would post this about how great the net and blogging is for connections and friends, people we would otherwise never meet.  Sound familiar?  Yes, done to death I know, but I was going to do it anyhow.  Then this morning I started thinking about it differently.

 It’s strange, you know, that whenever I most need that little pick me up, that little nudge or help, there it is.  Things have been difficult with Superbabe lately.  At the time our minister was delivering her sermon, I was actually in outpatients for the fourth time in three weeks with him.  He’s been very sick, having trouble breathing, losing weight and despite all my exhausting efforts, will likely end up with a feeding tube once more.  I have one more trick to try and then I will have no choice but to give in.   That message in my e-mail showed up on a day when I was feeling particularly down.  As well, life, you know, does not exist just for Superbabe.  There are many other things going on in this house which all compound his situation, and depending on the day, sometimes it is just too much.  To receive word from someone who hardly knows me that they are thinking of us and wishing us well, touched me in a way that can only be described as spiritual.  Weight was lifted and replaced with comfort.  What else could you call it?

 So in answer to my minister’s question, no I don’t hear voices.  I have however, been touched by angels and lifted up and carried various times in my life.  I have had situations turn out completely different to what I would have expected, some better and some worse, and had life changed inexplicably overnight.  I believe that my life is led by God and that gives me great comfort whenever I feel scared or lonely.  I now find myself in situations where I am being called upon to give the comfort or counsel, and with God’s helping hand and angels around me, I hope to make a difference in both small and large ways.

 Now tell me, has God spoken to you recently?