It's strange how God talks to us.
Sometimes in the wee hours of a sleepless night,
Sometimes a sweet voice appears in the background music of the vaccum cleaner.
Maybe while driving home from a tedious workday with the radio turned off.
Maybe awaken from sleep words pouring from your heart and soul that makes you
Jump out of bed and scramble for pen and paper.
I'm not the least surprised that the words jump out of me,
For God has talked to me many times in this manner.
You see, they all have a common denominator. Its when you tune out the
Distractions of your surroundings that God can talk to the innermost parts of your being.
He leaves your heart and soul in awe as your mind comes back to earth.
No, I'm not a bit surprised that he woke me from a deep sleep.
I pray for him to talk to me. He knows I need his inspiration. It's like bread and water
To sustain me from the hum-drum of everyday living.
I'm not a saint by any means, probably worse than the worse, lowest than the lowly.
God knows me and he loves me anyway. Maybe I disappoint him with my selfish, stubborn
And sinful ways, but he knows I love him and trust him in all things. Jesus is my
Redeemer and salvation. He walks by my side thru tragedy, he is my healer through
All my sicknesses. My faith is strengthened in him until my back feels it will
Break into. Oh, what a friend I have in Jesus. A young man once said,"We young people
need to hear from our older generation the experiences they have overcome in all
Situations." "We hunger for your testimonials to help us to know what to do when
We are faced with our own trials and tragedy's."
Maybe, when God speaks to us, even thru poetry, the real circumstances that we have faced
He is only giving us the gift of being able to see the blessings that come from tragedy to
Make our walk so much more easy.