Just Call Me Jonahette (That would be the girl version of Jonah!)

When I was a little girl, living in Louisiana, there was a singing group that I just loved. I think we saw them perform live and then bought the album (yes, I am old...it was back in the days of albums and not even cassettes or cds!). The name of the group was We Three Kings and they had one song that I just adored called "Did You Ever Hear God Speaking To You?" or at least that was the first line. Anyway...it was a great song and I have found myself remembering it and singing at least that first line over and over in my head for the past few days.

I have never actually heard an audible voice from God, but I have heard Him speak to me. Many times in my youth and young adulthood I would get very vivid impressions and I used them to help guide me (not all the time, but at least most of the time!). Several times in my adult life I have been given guidance through circumstances or just that feeling in my soul, which I believe that was God speaking to me. He has used other people, situations, sermons or devotions or even songs to speak to me at different times and at different levels.

This past month I had an experience with a dream, dreamt for four nights in a row. It was vivid, the same dream each time and carried a message that I know did not contradict God's Word and commandments...I can only place my hope that it was indeed God speaking to me, asking me to do something that was out of character for me, way off the comfort chart for me, but nonetheless, no matter how much I tried to ignore it, I knew that ultimately I would have to do it.

I will be honest, I didn't want to do it. The unworthiness of this sinful gal to do something like it was hard for me to overcome. It took me a month and a week to actual complete the task. I felt like Jonah (my dad will love that comparison!!) running from traveling to Ninevah. Thankfully I did not have get thrown overboard, eaten by a whale and hang out in the murky mire for three days, but I did spend an awful lot of energy trying (and failing!) to complete the task in my own power.

Sunday, I realized there was no denying it and whether or not I understood it, wanted to do it, felt like a worthless idiot or not...God had placed it on my heart and I had to do it.

Monday I prepared and Tuesday I did it. I can only pray that while I do not know the reason, I do know that God knows and will work it all out in His time and ultimate plan. As hard as it was to do, it is has taught me many lessons and for that I am grateful.

So, did you ever hear God speaking to you?

Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev