Listening to God in our hearts.
Key to this confidence that I am hearing his voice is that I involve him every level, whether it being small or huge! He is my ABBA father! He loves it when I chat with him, he’s right here beside me! His ability to be truly omnipresent is beyond my comprehension!
I have an example of this. Just this morning as I left for work, I brought my Starbucks, coffee mug with me, finished my coffee and. (since I hate drinking coffee that has old stale coffee dried inside of it.) I began to look around for a half or partially or full bottle of water in my truck as I was driving.
“where is it Lord?”
The thought came to my mind side pocket of your driver‘s door without taking my eyes off the road of course, I felt with my left hand. First thing was my Windex squirt bottle, next thing looked hopeful, but then I soon realized that that was my lock lubricator called . Can’t remember something like WD-40, then there were some rags, and I pushed down on the rags and I heard the crumpled sound the wonderfully crumbled sound of a plastic drinking bottle.!!! so I dug underneath the cloth and pulled out the bottle opened the lid poured it into my cup. Put it behind me and two things happened. First thing was, I thanked the Lord for telling me! I felt loved by God because he had helped me in such a seemingly trivial thing he cared about my silly little habit of making sure my mug is is wet and soaked clean, so that when I go to pour my coffee, I just dump out the water and put in my new coffee from my thermos. This is a quirk of mine and idiosyncrasy. Do you understand? so I was musing about this. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe God wasn’t involved. He was just intuition all those sorts of things OK? When I got to work, I started up my bus as I usually do and in my pre-trip inspection. The only thing that I really need to check as far as fluids go is my radiator fluid because I left it for too long and the level went too low and I was actually got an alarm one day on the bus, announcing the extreme shortage of engine coolant. When the mechanic came on Tuesdays, every Tuesday Morley said to me that these things do go down it’s a natural process. It doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong so they should definitely be checking it. Well with the cold snap that we’ve had lately I’ve been very reluctant to do so in the mornings so you might even say I’ve been neglectful! However, it’s a pain whenever it’s so low and I don’t even have coolant and like everything pops up, so I’m motivated to take a look so I open up my hood. I shine my flashlight on the it say it’s a translucent container and I need a flashlight and be able to see the green colour level and I am the cold Mark well, I’ve already started my bus, but I realize that it was about a quarter inch down from the cold level where it should be at so I went through the process of refilling. I went to the back of the bus the outside compartment, I retrieved the bottle of coolant and the little funnel thing, and I came to the front of the bus, and I looked at my hands and they were silky, oily wet, and I realized that I had coolant on my hands, which is a toxic thing and there I am out in the wild. I don’t have anything to wash my hands with! But hey, I reached for my coffee mug, which was already in the coffee holder of the bus from when I unloaded my stuff into it, I stepped outside. My Bus poured some of the water into my one hand, put the glass down, wash my hands together, dried it on my little rag that I always have with me and realized that God knew ahead of time that I would need to wash my hands and had provided the water using my idiosyncrasies to be there for me and do you wanna know how loved I felt at that point? I then went into my bag got my two gloves that I should’ve had on because I’ve got a supply of gloves that my boss gave me and resumed the process and procedure so that’s the end of the story. Are you still reading this?
Running Down Vimy 