He does it in a variety of ways. Sometimes it's my son saying, "Mommy, are you on the computer, again?" Could be that my husband says, "Did you get any writing done?" and when I start to list off what I did instead of writing, I realize where those words are really coming from.
And y'wanna know the ironic thing? God made me uncomfortable when I didn't believe in him and I thought that was bad. Now I believe not only in Him, but I believe Him. I have never been more uncomfortable. Honestly.
In the years that I've been believing God, I've been pushed and stretched and shoved and ripped apart. Everything I knew ceased to exist and a new world was created. And just when I think I'm settling in for the evening, there's a knock at my door.
"Wake up. Follow me."
"Would you just hurry? When will you just come?"
"Alright. I'm coming."
It's dark, kinda cold and really spooky. But I go. And then I look around and it seems He's gone. Went to take care of something else, maybe. I'm left out by the light of the new moon--get it? There is no light of the new moon. Yes, laugh here. All alone to fend for myself. Again.
While I'm busy having a pity party for myself, things are going on around me that I really should be taking notes on. It'd make perfect fodder for the next story, but I'm too busy telling myself I don't need help. I don't need Him to hold my hand. I can make it out of the dark myself. That if he really loved me, I wouldn't be going through this because He'd make it all better.
"Who told you that?"
"I'm not sure you heard the truth. Maybe you should work on your listening skills."
In the dark. Scared out of my wits. All sounds are amplified in the dark. I don't know where I am or where I'm supposed to go. I can't see a thing. All I know is that He told me to be in this place and I am.
He's a cunning one, that God is--putting me in the dark to heighten my sense of hearing.
My thoughts grew hot within me and began to burn, igniting a fire of words
Michelle Pendergrass is a coffee-lover who lives in Knox, Indiana where she homeschools her son, Zane. She blogs at Just A Minute. When you visit, please note that her son is most definitely weaned and has been for some time now. Some names just stick.
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