Sometimes you just have to listen.

I had an interesting experience today. I felt led to take a road trip today, and through a confluence of circumstances and a substantial nudge from the Holy Spirit, I decided to go. I didn't want to, but I knew I needed to. There is a thrift store up the coast in the next large town that I like to go to. Sometimes I find really good stuff there and I just had a "feeling" that there was something there for me. So much so that I told a friend that I had to go there, that there was something for me. And there was. But there was something more....I was listening to a radio program and as I was getting ready to turn into the parking lot, I heard something I needed to hear about taking my feelings, or lack thereof, in this case, to God and talk to Him about them. I did, right there in the parking lot. And then I went inside the thrift store. I like looking for Christmass stuff at thrift stores. Sometimes you can find a lot of nice stuff and over the years I have found more than a few items for my Christmass dishes set. I also got them used and I'm missing a few pieces of dinnerware, like bowls and salad plates. And over the years, several of the plates have wear marks that won't come out. But they're nice and it's nice to have them. Last year, I was blessed to use all of the plates and stuff at a Christmass party for many people. It's nice to do nice things like that and I enjoy it. Anyway, what I needed was to hear the message on the radio, but sure enough, there were two boxes of the same pattern of Christmas dinnerware that I own on the shelf. The boxes looked a little worn, but I took them anyway because they were 50% off, so I paid $25 for both sets, which added nother 8 place settings to my set, minus the missing salad plates and bowls from what I already have. It wasn't until I got home, and when my friend was there, that I opened the boxes to see tht the inside boxes had never been opened nor had the dishes ever been uses. The outside boxes did not look brand new, but the dishes inside are. My friend thought at first that I knew the thrift store had them, and then my friend realized that I just knew there was something there for me, but had no clue what. My friend asked how I knew, and all I could respond with was that it was the "Holy Spirit". It's just a God-thing. Sometimes, you just have to listen.