Whisperings from God

I Won’t Turn Him Down

We had a terrible blizzard here a few days ago. Well, it really wasn’t terrible, but there was a lot of blowing snow and some very frigid temperatures. And of course, during all of this my family decided that apple pie was absolutely a necessity. So I jumped in my car and drove down the hill (the entire tenth of a mile) to King Soopers, just to pick up a bushel of apples.

On the way back from the store, I pulled up to the one stop sign on my route home, where a figure was crossing the street, hunkered down and wrapped in a jacket that seemed far too thin for the freezing temperatures and blowing snow. As they finished crossing the street I heard God whisper to me “Do something”. He was asking me to show an act of love and outwardly display the loving and tender heart that Jesus showed so often in His life and ministry here on earth. And for once, instead of arguing with Him in my head, I responded. I quickly changed my turn signal and pulled along side the hooded figure walking into the snow. I could tell at this point it was a woman. I rolled down my window and offered a ride as loudly as I could out into the wind. Without even thinking, she politely turned me down, and then turned away and continued on her course, into the wind and snow.

I was shocked. I couldn’t believe it. I’d listened to God. I’d done something that He’d asked, without even thinking, and it turned out absolutely nothing like I expected. For some reason this really bothered me, so I turned to a close friend who has been paramount in my journey with God. And you know what she said to me?

She would probably turn down Jesus too.

And it was like a lightbulb flicked on.

How many times have I turned down a ride with Jesus?
More than I can count.

How many times has he offered me shelter from the storm and from the blowing snow and wind?
More than I can count.

How many times have I been so blind that I couldn’t see my refuge and fortress right in front of me?
More than I can count.

He rolls down the window and yells out to us, offering us salvation, forgiveness, shelter and protection from the storm and from this world. And so many times we just keep on keepin’ on, doing our own thing and following our own path.

But we are lucky – our God is relentless. He calls. He asks. All the time. Over and over again.

I realized in that moment, I will most definitely be in the car during that storm, with Jesus at my side, as my companion. So the next time He offers me a ride? I won’t turn Him down.

Christlike Love

Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. John 15:13

Just a verse I’ve been meditating on for the past few days. It popped up in two different studies over the course of two hours, so I took that as a hint.

Watch Over Me, Lord

The Lord will keep you from all harm – he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.Psalm 121:7-8, NIV

I have never been more scared in my life, than I was this morning. I’ve never had such an overwhelming sense of fear or terror.

At 5:30 or so this morning, I could hear Decker whining to go outside, so I jumped out of bed a bit earlier to take him out. In general, I am a fairly paranoid person, and I know that. I tend to watch all of the cars that drive by our townhome and I notice when one is out of place or doesn’t belong. Sometimes I let it overwhelm me and it gets the best of me. Honestly – it’s something I’ve really been trying to work on, because I don’t want fear to affect the way I live my life.

Well this morning, as soon as I stepped out of house, I noticed an older (creepy) van driving around behind another building in our complex. Because I’m trying not to be overly paranoid, I just let it go and continued about my business. I took Decker across the street to our normal spot and he wandered around for a minute or two. I did have my back to the area that the truck had disappeared, however.

I turned to head back inside and noticed that the van was headed back my way. When I got close to the street, I slowed down to let the van go ahead of me, so that I could cross behind it, but instead of driving forward, the van slowed to a complete stop. Then it’s lights went off and the driver door started to open. At that point I heard a voice in my head telling me to run (and now, I know it was God warning me), so I did. Decker and I ran across the street, up the stairs and into the house. I never looked back.

My first thought was to run upstairs and see if the van was still there, which I did. And in the time that it took me to get up one flight of stairs, the van had driven up the street about 500 feet and pulled into a parking spot. He then sat there, for 30 seconds to a minute (I can’t tell really, because I was shaking and crying), and then backed out without his lights on and drove off (without his lights on).

I sat there, shaking, scared and crying for a few minutes. I said a prayer, thanking God for keeping me out of harms way and for getting me back to the house safely. And then I went to wake up my husband. I actually scared him when I walked into the bedroom, because (and get this) – he was having a dream that I was missing and he was searching for me.

I did end up calling the police and reporting the incident, but now I am here, all alone, facing the fear. And surprisingly I feel okay, because I know that God is here and He is protecting me. I know that God saved me and He was who told me to run. I don’t think I would have done so, if I hadn’t heard His voice. I feel like He tried to warn me earlier in the morning too, because I woke up thinking about how I needed to be more careful when going outside alone.

And now looking back, I know that even though I might have been in danger, I feel safe and protected knowing that my God is here with me always, watching over me, now and forevermore.


“This is what the Lord, the God of Israel, says: ‘Write in a book all the words I have spoken to you.”Jeremiah 30:2

This blog is the result of a single word whispered to me during a time of deep prayer. It was a prayer of desperation, in which I expressed my desire for purpose and direction in my life. It was a prayer session that lasted for at least 30 minutes, where more than a few tears fell.

All I wanted was a direction to head in this life. A task to complete, something. Just one little tid-bit that would give me some sort of clue as to where my life was headed and what plans God had in store for me. And the only word I received in response was “Write…”. Write a journal, write a blog, I have no idea what He actually meant, but I started writing every day after my readings and prayers.

I’ve never been one for journaling or keeping a diary. I started a blog when I was pregnant with Jacob, but a few years ago it fell to the wayside and I stopped writing. I stopped feeling any passion when I was blogging. Writing about the last time he spit up on me just didn’t seem important, so I backed off and eventually quit all together.

But when I heard God say “Write…” I knew I had to take action, and so, this blog was born. At the time I didn’t have a name, or a set direction (and I still really don’t), but eventually God revealed a little bit of His plan to me and I was able to gain the courage to start writing and share that writing with the world.

I’ve been trying to think of the best way to start things off here for days, weeks even, and this is all I could come up with. So here I will journal my journey with God, my prayers, my hopes and my dreams. And hopefully along the way He will reveal a bit more insight into His plans for me.

Write He said… and Write I will…

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