“For the eyes of the Lord are over the righteous, and His ears are open unto their prayers.” -1 Peter 3:12
Yesterday, we had a wonderful post from Lee that asked the question…”Does God Still Love Me?”
I don’t know if I’m alone in this boat…but I KNOW that God loves me-He always has, and He always will. My question at times is, not does He love me…but does He HEAR me?
I know He speaks to me, for I have so many words crammed into my brain that at times I feel as though my head will burst; I can hardly get these words and thoughts down on paper fast enough…but does He hear me when I speak to Him? Sometimes, it feels as though He does not-but I KNOW that isn’t true! The verse above bears that out!
Yesterday was one of those days for me. I was in prayer all morning long asking God “WHY?” …WHY do You put these things in my mind? WHY do You ask me to write them down? What good is all of Your words and thoughts if they stay in the drawer and no one ever reads them but me? What is Your purpose for me?
That brought me back to a time a few years ago. We had gone to the mountains for a couple of days with some friends of ours. I got sick on the way up there, and was unable to participate in any of the celebrations. I spent my time in the room…alone. During that time, I asked God to use the solitude to speak to me. I sat with my pen and paper, but didn’t hear a thing. Finally, on the third day, we were already back in town-not far from our house; I still hadn’t heard a word from God. Just as we started to go over the overpass on Hampden and the Highway, God started pouring words into my mind. I was scribbling them down so fast, that when I looked at them later-they were almost illegible! Well-that turned out to be one of my best poems-or so I’ve been told, and the whole thing was written by the time we got to the end of the overpass! That was all God!
So…after remembering that incident, I decided I would just have to chalk up my feelings of the morning, as to me just “having a moment.” I’m impatient …I admit it. I forget that God’s timing is not the same as mine-He doesn’t live by the clock like I do. A day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years are as a day with Him. Maybe I’m not supposed to get all of this stuff published…maybe one, or many of my kids will find it upon my death while going through my things and it will be a personal message to them from God…a message that will break their heart and bring them back to the Lord. The writings may not be for publication-they may just be for the eyes of one individual…
I have to stop thinking that it’s all in vain-for they are not my words…they are words from God. His words will accomplish what He wants them to accomplish…I just have to do my part and listen-then write what He tells me to write…and let Him do the rest…use it however and whenever He sees fit.
“O Lord, let my life reflect the joy You have put into my heart, that Your Name may be glorified!” -Unknown