I got up at six. I had an errand to run that didn't quite work out the way I wanted it to. It worked out the way it was supposed to, but that's altogether a different story. Or maybe it's just part of this one. OK, I'm kinda 100% sure it's part of this one, but that part of it I'm going to keep to myself.
So, there I was....no, not at 30,000 feet; mine was more like the parking lot of the Kohl's in Clinton. It's 10:46 and I'm wearing a Bass Pro tee shirt and the dirty pants from yesterday. I need a shower. I did brush my hair before I left, but I'm not gonna win any fashion awards. I'm not trying to impress anyone...I HAVE to get my kid his Christmas presents like NOW and I have a coupon.
Church isn't on my radar screen. It's all right sometimes to miss a Sunday because sometimes you get to BE the church. But this Sunday it was not all right to miss church, because if it were, then there wouldn't have been this burning need to go to church.
Dirty pants and tee shirt notwithstanding.
The message at church went somewhere along these lines: Is God talking to you? What's God saying to you? And it goes from there to expound on how REAL this is. So...yes God is talking to me, and He's doing things in my life that I don't understand, but they're real just the same. It's real and I believe.
I have never had that kind of experience. I mean I was driven to get to church. If a mountain would have been between me and the church this morning, I would have moved it to get there. I wanted to go, but was going to finish what I thought I needed to do. I needed to go to hear the message this morning and I have never been that awe-struck and moved in my life.
It's real and it's reaffirming to know that. Sometimes I wonder because it's just all so unbelievable from that worldly viewpoint, but it's part and parcel of the relationship God allows me to have with Him.
Real. And boy, do I believe!
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