Since I was a little girl, I began to hear from God. Swinging on my swing set, I sang, prayed and listened. It didn’t seem so out of the ordinary. I never thought anyone else experienced anything other than the same as me. In fact, for many years, I always believed that others heard from God like I do. And some do! And ALL can. His voice really isn’t beyond us. And often, we make it too hard.
Discerning HIS voice from other voices, yes, that part is hard. It all comes down to–does this align fully with scripture? And it does not come down to–maybe I need the opinion of many others, too, like it’s a popular vote. Sometimes others will agree and often, they will not. On the pavement we have learned this very hard lesson….even now there are some, who do not agree with the steps we are taking. We have been here before, and we understand. We love them still, even when they don’t agree or get it.
Now I’m not trying to say that godly counsel is not what we need. We need godly counsel. Before we even make steps forward, I would recommend inviting a few trusted advisers into the circle–people who will pray, people who will ask the tough questions and people who love the Lord with all their heart and mind and soul and strength. THESE are the ones, who get to say wait a minute, hold up the bus.
God is always trying to be heard. The heavens declare His glory. And He is near. Very near. He sees our struggles. He sees our potential, as His very own beloved ones, and He sets us up to walk it out.
YET, we struggle with yielding our life to Him.
Once we yield, however, our lives are changed forever. For God is working in our lives. And He wants us to yield to Him and His purposes. It is a FOR US decision.
No matter what has happened in your life, nothing–I SAY NOTHING–can separate us from God’s love for us in Christ Jesus. And in His love, He speaks. You can know…you only need to yield.
So our new journey began like this…
For many years now, I have led crafts at our (old) church’s women’s retreat. Some years I have had help. Some years it has been only me. This past March, I was doing my part solo. It is a burdensome task, but I LOVE doing it. This particular year, I felt distinctly that God had something to show me, to say to me. But first, I had MUCH to do… (putting on my Martha hat)
So I had prepared six “Pinterest” projects, for people from every part of the creative to non-creative spectrum. Over and over, I hear–I don’t normally do crafts, but LOOK! I did this! And they did it beautifully! Their smiles light up my heart.
The schedule goes like this…I arrive on Friday afternoon and unload our full Suburban. People usually help me, which is great, since some of the materials are pretty heavy. Then I lay everything out in the craft area that I can, but the actual set-up happens at the last minute before loads of people show up on Saturday. I have my mind open, but pretty full of to-do’s. And this year was no different.
This year, I also led a break-out session before the craft time on Saturday, so I was doubly loaded–but God was with me. He aided me in getting it all done and helped me to attend to people individually, as they came. By craft time’s end, it is still not over. For there are a dozen people at least, who missed it or need to come back on Saturday night. So I leave it all out for them until about midnight. At midnight, I pack it all up and leave it in its place for Sunday at noon, when I will pack it back into the Suburban.
So I go to sleep Saturday night with a relieved feeling of peace and a release that my part is done. (putting on my Mary hat now…)
Sunday morning arrives and I am excited! It is time for me to just let down my hurried spirit and be still. We had twenty minutes that morning to go and spend with God. So I went to a lonely place.
I will share more later this week! Tune in!