How does God Speak to you?
I was listening to a Christian radio station yesterday afternoon while I washed my kitchen dishes. A song came on that I have heard a million times. This time a line of the song grabbed my attention as if it was the first time I heard it. Listen and see if you hear it too…
I stood there in my soapy yellow disposable dish gloves and kitchen apron in wonderment, as Mercy Me belted out ‘Word of God Speak”
I have talked to God about this very thing just recently. I struggle sometimes to create the prayer life I think I should have. Most times I feel like I just come up short. I have a designated prayer chair and my living room mantel set up to be my own personal altar. I have a beautiful picture of Jesus on it with twelve candles circling His framed image. Yet, when I sit down to commune with my Creator, much of the time, my mind strays. I jump from one thought to the next. One question after the other. Sometimes I even forget what I am saying in mid-sentence! In the end, most times, it feels like I have simply sat down and had a conversation with my own jumbled mind.
I’ve gotten to where, when I sit down to talk to God, I ask Him to protect our loved ones. I ask for His will to be done in our lives. Then I tell Him I am sorry because I suck at praying and I have no idea what else to say. I’m really not that great at expressing my feelings through spoken word. I do a bit better at expressing myself in writing but here lately not so much of that either.
So, when this classic song played through my speaker for the millionth time and I heard it for the millionth time, I actually finally heard it! And I kind of got it! I pondered this little insight for a few minutes. Then quickly moved forward with the important stuff of my day.
Later in the afternoon, I needed to run some errands, so I started up my car. Obviously I had not turned down the radio from the previous time it had been driven and from the car speakers a woman loudly blurted out “YOU EVER HEARD GOD SPEAK TO YOU THROUGH A SONG?”
My heart just about jumped out of my chest as I scrambled to turn down the car stereo volume. Once again, I sat in amazement for a few seconds in my garage. I thought in my mind “Could God have been talking to me in that song?”
I offered a quick little “how neat God and thanks”. Then quickly continued on with my daily duties. I didn’t think about it or Him again for the rest of the evening. You ever had a God Wink like this? Yet, quickly brush it off because after all, we have busy lives and there is much to accomplish.
The following morning my husband and I both woke up “on the wrong side of the bed”. Literally. We recently rearranged our bedroom which landed us sleeping on the opposite side than we are accustomed too. Neither of us slept well and it showed.
Morning time came, coffee was poured, we both had our lovely bed heads on, and one eye still shut. I snarled at him and made sure he knew just how crappy his old side of the bed is, and he snapped right back at me!
Oh no he didn’t! Oh yes, he did.
I felt that great rise within coming on strong. I am sure there are some ladies out there that know exactly what I am talking about. It starts somewhere down in the gut and boils straight up towards the mouth.
The trick is to catch it somewhere before it hits the throat area. Being the Christian woman that I am striving to be and with my counseling experience, I decided on utilizing a distraction strategy. So, I threw a book at him, instead.
Really, I tossed it to him.
It was our morning meditation book titled “My Utmost for His Highest” written by Oswald Chambers.
My husband shot me the evil eye, flung the book open and began to read:
“Have you ever let God tell you any of His joys? Or are you continually telling God your secrets, leaving him no time to talk?”Oswald Chambers
Wha?? I snatched the book out of his hand to make sure he was reading it right.
“Why did you read June 3rd ?!” I demanded.
“You told me not to worry about the dates!” He demanded right back!
I certainly did not.
At this point, I think my God Wink turned into a God Smack. Perhaps it is okay that I find myself at a loss for words. Perhaps I don’t “suck” as bad as I thought I did.
Prayer only requires a few words. God knows what we need without us even saying so. He probably knows what we need better than we do.
I do not want to be trapped by the idea that prayer is a daily check list to prevent lighting bolts from striking. I hope I remember to keep it simple and to never again feel like I cannot keep it real. Perhaps, God doesn’t mind my proclaiming Well, God… I don’t know what to say but I love you and I am so GRATEFUL you put it in my heart to know You more!
I do not think God cares one bit about posture, formulas, well-chosen words that impress. Really? The Creator of All?! The Author and the Finisher?! How could He possibly?
Prayer is about sincere, heartfelt, genuine connection with or without the spoken word to a God that hears and knows. It is about surrendering. Most notably, It is an exchange. I give to Him what I have, He gives me what He Has.
One thing I know for sure about real prayer is that you walk away different than when you walked into that prayer. For somebody like me, this requires that I get out of my head and into my spirit. This right here is the deal breaker not my lack of sugar coated words.
One other thing that I know for sure, is that God talks through songs, car stereos, books and even grumpy spouses that read outdated meditations.
Do you hear Him?
“What makes God so dear to us is not so much His big blessings to us, but the tiny things, because they show His amazing intimacy with us—He knows every detail of each our individual lives”Oswald Chambers