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J
Sometimes we don't go to the father's house. He speaks to us every time we read the word. Sometimes getting contaminated with the world, is like the prodical son, wanting to work in the pig pen, and have dinner with them, after he left his father's house. Yes it's really amazing the HOly spirit speaks to us on a personal one on one, that's how close and intimate the love of the father is to us, through his son. Yeshua 
J
Dan, When I read your question, I thought, wow, there are so many instances
I can't begin to share all. I feel blessed when He does give me an answer to
a question. Often times He will lay someone on my heart and I will pray for them,
and find later they indeed have a need. That is a 'wow' moment. I have found
the older I get the more I am saying to my husband...."I am so glad God shows
me what I need to know." It would take a book if I were to share how for one
whole year after my daughter died and I had so many questions about her, even
down to the hour she died, why she died, etc. That probably has been the most
memorable time. If we ask, seek, and knock, and are persistent, He will indeed
speak to us. We just need to believe and have ears to hear.
Good topic. ~
I can't begin to share all. I feel blessed when He does give me an answer to
a question. Often times He will lay someone on my heart and I will pray for them,
and find later they indeed have a need. That is a 'wow' moment. I have found
the older I get the more I am saying to my husband...."I am so glad God shows
me what I need to know." It would take a book if I were to share how for one
whole year after my daughter died and I had so many questions about her, even
down to the hour she died, why she died, etc. That probably has been the most
memorable time. If we ask, seek, and knock, and are persistent, He will indeed
speak to us. We just need to believe and have ears to hear.
Good topic. ~
F
One time the Lord said my name and it was the sound of lots of voices all simultaneously and it was kind of a rebuke but since then I have maybe heard the Lord a couple times although I struggle to verify whether sometimes I am just talking to myself and whether its the Lord, I know a couple times where I have heard things that are not true, and are self generated,
A
-November 17, 2011-
LORD, do You want to speak to me?
"I always want to speak to you. Your busyness often makes you difficult to hear My voice. You always can find Me when you seek me with all your heart. Be still, my child.
Do not worry for the days to come. I am with you always. All you need to care about is fixing your eyes attention to Me. I will supply you with greater riches you can imagine. Your life will be an outflow of My love for you.
My daughter, I am well-pleased with you. You are the apple of my eyes. Draw closer to me and I will draw closer to you. There's nothing that can separate you from My love. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not be afraid.
Of course, God was speaking personally to me at that time. But He can use many things to speak to us. If one of these journal happens to fit with you, it is very possible that He is speaking to you too
BE BLESSING
-CILLA-
There are so many times! So. Very. Many.
There was one time in my life where He made it a point to constantly call me Daughter, instead of Julie. Amazing!
There was one night when I was totally abandoned and alone and I was crying on my friend's pull out sofa and God said, "I love you." And I replied, "I know, God, I know." And then, it was like He took my face in His hands, turned my tear-stained face to His, looked into my eyes and said, "No. I love you." Yeah, I began crying for a completely different reason. That changed our relationship in such a huge way.
There was a time in my life when I would go clubbing with my friends and one night, as they were drinking, I walked outside into the rain to wait in my car, as the club scene and the drinking had already grown old to me. As I was nearing my car, God said, "I don't have this life for you. I don't have this life for any of you." I have never gone clubbing since.
One time, when I was driving angry, which is easy to do where I live Jesus told me, "It really hurts Me when you act that way" after I had an angry outburst. He, many months later, told me, "You know, the only ones that can hear you are you and I." That stopped my raging as I drive.
I could go on and on and on...I'll leave you with this:
[h=2]"Did you just say you're giving up?"[/h]
Januarrrry 14, 2010
What a hug! A whole body enraptured, all senses engaged, hug. I trembled in fear and clung to the broad shoulders, my arms tightening, just holding on for dear life, just wishing that I wasn't so afraid of who I am and what I'm doing and where I'm going. Just being comforted. But the fear remained and I held on...
There was a pole between us, at my right shoulder, His left, keeping us from making solid contact. His gentle chuckle brought me to focus enough to let my right arm slip away so that we could move away from the pole. "Hold on," I said as I did so and then I slipped my arms under His, slid my hands and forearms up His back and held on, shivering. Elsewhere, as can only occur in dreams, I was being bullied, being threatened, by three men, though I sat with three other men. But they weren't strong enough to beat off these bullies and I was so afraid.
I held onto Him and shivered, lost in His massive embrace. So stoically strong. His broad chest, His broad shoulders, His strong arms, holding me tight. I whispered into His chest, "I'm so scared." He held me as I shivered, as I trembled, as I witnessed the assault from afar.
"Did you just say you're giving up?" He asked me and stepped back. I hadn't said that, had I? I had just said that I was scared. That was all.
He held a dress up before me, a beautiful black dress and I glanced over my shoulder at the bullies surrounding me and the three guy friends with me and felt His gaze shift and I knew, I just knew, that He would take care of it. I was safe. I was His and He would put an end to all that threatened me. And I woke.
My heart trembled with the passion and the power of it all. I knew, right there and then, as I whispered in the waking world, "Ah, to be safe like that," and I realized that it was Jesus Christ holding me, that God had visited my dream and reassured me, in the midst of crumbling again, in the midst of feeling the condemnation and judging, He held me and the subtle shift in conversation, the subtle shift of His gaze, revealed to me that He truly loves me and will protect me...if I only let Him.
The dream itself was a jumble of randomness but what I remember was Him, always there and always looking out for me. He always wanted me near, He always wanted me to be a part of whatever was going on. I was a photographer and He always had me there, always called me by name and wouldn't let me hide away. He desired me. And, in the end, when He held me and I saw upon waking who He was, I saw the truth of the dream. He loves me for who I am and He has so much more for me than I allow Him to give me and all He wants me to do is be near Him, stay with Him, know Him, love Him, and give Him the room He requires to protect, cover, anoint, and bless me. Thank You, my Beloved, for Your hug, at yet another time when I couldn't have taken another step without it! I adore You!
There was one time in my life where He made it a point to constantly call me Daughter, instead of Julie.
Amazing!There was one night when I was totally abandoned and alone and I was crying on my friend's pull out sofa and God said, "I love you." And I replied, "I know, God, I know." And then, it was like He took my face in His hands, turned my tear-stained face to His, looked into my eyes and said, "No. I love you." Yeah, I began crying for a completely different reason. That changed our relationship in such a huge way.
There was a time in my life when I would go clubbing with my friends and one night, as they were drinking, I walked outside into the rain to wait in my car, as the club scene and the drinking had already grown old to me. As I was nearing my car, God said, "I don't have this life for you. I don't have this life for any of you." I have never gone clubbing since.
One time, when I was driving angry, which is easy to do where I live
Jesus told me, "It really hurts Me when you act that way" after I had an angry outburst. He, many months later, told me, "You know, the only ones that can hear you are you and I." That stopped my raging as I drive. I could go on and on and on...I'll leave you with this:
[h=2]"Did you just say you're giving up?"[/h]
Januarrrry 14, 2010
What a hug! A whole body enraptured, all senses engaged, hug. I trembled in fear and clung to the broad shoulders, my arms tightening, just holding on for dear life, just wishing that I wasn't so afraid of who I am and what I'm doing and where I'm going. Just being comforted. But the fear remained and I held on...
There was a pole between us, at my right shoulder, His left, keeping us from making solid contact. His gentle chuckle brought me to focus enough to let my right arm slip away so that we could move away from the pole. "Hold on," I said as I did so and then I slipped my arms under His, slid my hands and forearms up His back and held on, shivering. Elsewhere, as can only occur in dreams, I was being bullied, being threatened, by three men, though I sat with three other men. But they weren't strong enough to beat off these bullies and I was so afraid.
I held onto Him and shivered, lost in His massive embrace. So stoically strong. His broad chest, His broad shoulders, His strong arms, holding me tight. I whispered into His chest, "I'm so scared." He held me as I shivered, as I trembled, as I witnessed the assault from afar.
"Did you just say you're giving up?" He asked me and stepped back. I hadn't said that, had I? I had just said that I was scared. That was all.
He held a dress up before me, a beautiful black dress and I glanced over my shoulder at the bullies surrounding me and the three guy friends with me and felt His gaze shift and I knew, I just knew, that He would take care of it. I was safe. I was His and He would put an end to all that threatened me. And I woke.
My heart trembled with the passion and the power of it all. I knew, right there and then, as I whispered in the waking world, "Ah, to be safe like that," and I realized that it was Jesus Christ holding me, that God had visited my dream and reassured me, in the midst of crumbling again, in the midst of feeling the condemnation and judging, He held me and the subtle shift in conversation, the subtle shift of His gaze, revealed to me that He truly loves me and will protect me...if I only let Him.
The dream itself was a jumble of randomness but what I remember was Him, always there and always looking out for me. He always wanted me near, He always wanted me to be a part of whatever was going on. I was a photographer and He always had me there, always called me by name and wouldn't let me hide away. He desired me. And, in the end, when He held me and I saw upon waking who He was, I saw the truth of the dream. He loves me for who I am and He has so much more for me than I allow Him to give me and all He wants me to do is be near Him, stay with Him, know Him, love Him, and give Him the room He requires to protect, cover, anoint, and bless me. Thank You, my Beloved, for Your hug, at yet another time when I couldn't have taken another step without it! I adore You!
M
One of the most memorable times He spoke to me was smack in the middle of communion when He told me to drop the Protection from Abuse I had against my husband. A few months later I was back with my husband. Though we had another bout of PFA's and divorce court, today we are contentedly and peacefully married with another little one on the way.
I can only recall one specific time when I actually, literally HEARD God. It was just before a worship service was to begin. I was sitting in the choir loft with the choir, and my heart was just not ready to worship. I was very down, very lonely. All I could say was, "God, please help me!" At that moment, Jesus sat next to me, put His arms around me and said, "Don't worry, everything will be all right." Then He hugged me, stroked my hair, and soothed my heart.
Still brings tears to my eyes now some 20 years later.
Still brings tears to my eyes now some 20 years later.
J
I really have so many, I sit here and my mind goes in circles. I could
share about God showing me and speaking about my daughter that died,
it would just take too long to write for now.
I will just share my latest. It was last month. I was ready to take a nap,
and I was told, "tomorrow you will be asked to pray before the reception."
I thought, "oh, right ." My Granddaughter was being given a couples
engagement shower, and a way for us to meet her fiance's family and friends.
I totally forgot about what I had been told. Totally. I was concentrating
so on being well enough to attend, and prepare a dish to take. When we
arrive, I am meeting people, talking to those I had not seen for a while.
The lady in charge of the reception came up to me and asked, " J ~ would you
mind asking the blessing before we eat? " I said, sure. Then it came back
to me, I was told I would be asked and totally forgot. I will say I told my
husband later, boy I am glad I talk to God out loud, and pray out loud. It
was a surprise more because I had forgotten He had told me I would be asked.
share about God showing me and speaking about my daughter that died,
it would just take too long to write for now.
I will just share my latest. It was last month. I was ready to take a nap,
and I was told, "tomorrow you will be asked to pray before the reception."
I thought, "oh, right ." My Granddaughter was being given a couples
engagement shower, and a way for us to meet her fiance's family and friends.
I totally forgot about what I had been told. Totally. I was concentrating
so on being well enough to attend, and prepare a dish to take. When we
arrive, I am meeting people, talking to those I had not seen for a while.
The lady in charge of the reception came up to me and asked, " J ~ would you
mind asking the blessing before we eat? " I said, sure. Then it came back
to me, I was told I would be asked and totally forgot. I will say I told my
husband later, boy I am glad I talk to God out loud, and pray out loud. It
was a surprise more because I had forgotten He had told me I would be asked.
J
I will share an experience that was unbelievably awesome and one
I hope I never have to do again. But I would if I it means someone
will be taken up to Heaven ~ This is about my Mother and the day
I was called and asked if I was coming in that day to visit my Mother.
I asked, why? Am I needed, and the nurse said, 'yes, you will want to be.
Here is my story. I have had it saved in my journal, so I have not
checked it since I wrote it out for another person.
We went in at 11:00 AM. The girls said to her, Evelyn,
J~ is here. Mom shook her head 'NO'....she did not
want me . But I told the girls, it is okay... It
will be okay. So as I said they left us alone the whole
day.
I began to talk with mom and she was not responding,
but slowly going into the realm of death. I spoke softly
and with love to her. I encouraged her it was okay. I
told her it was okay to go. I stroked her cheek... I kept
watch on her feet to see how much they were darkening.
I kept her lips moist. Stroked her cheek... I laid my
cheek against hers, whispered to her, prayed with her.
She always said she was ready to go. She was baptized
and did go to church through the years, and loved gospel
songs. So this was not a new thing for her to hear me
talk to her about Jesus.
I read scriptures and prayed.. I kept telling her it was
okay to go. I explained to her she would see her loved
ones... Jesus was waiting... still , she simply
could not die. I was letting her go. I know I told you
about the things she did, but I loved my mom and I knew
this was the end for her. She was 85... Her mind was
so good for her age.
Okay, after a day of trying to help her through the process,
I finally prayed again and turned to open the Bible and no
place in particular, but directly to John 14... Behold I go to
prepare a place for you..... wow.... that was God... and I read
that... still, there was something holding her back.. I said,
Father I do not know what else to do, by this time it almost
6:00 PM... and He gave me these words to speak to her....
but wait... let me explain something I forgot to tell you..
She was a foster child taken in to a Catholic family and raised
her until she was 18. She went to mass with them, but did
not practice, and was protestant throughout the years.....
Ok, so I ask God what do I do now ? He spoke to me... say this.
I spoke as He gave me these words.... I felt the spirit of God rise
up and said, YOU SPIRIT OF RELIGION I REBUKE YOU IN JESUS
NAME, YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER HER, SHE DOES NOT PRAY
TO MARY, SHE WILL NOT GO TO PURGATORY , SHE WILL GO
STRAIGHT INTO THE ARMS OF JESUS CHRIST....
The most awesome transformation that is indescribable,
she actually took on a glow. I thought, Lord, if I could see mom
smile, I will know she made it.... she had let out 3 little wisps of
air, and then a smile came upon her face.......Ahhh.. God
is so awesome.
Many think there are certain things that must be done. I did
not go in expecting to be used in the manner God used. Every
one is different. Just be available if He sends you to be with Mom
. One
of the girls from the nursing home is my friend on FB and she
can verify my mother was a different looking woman when she
died, than alive. She simply glowed. That is all I can say. To
God be the Glory ~
I hope I never have to do again. But I would if I it means someone
will be taken up to Heaven ~ This is about my Mother and the day
I was called and asked if I was coming in that day to visit my Mother.
I asked, why? Am I needed, and the nurse said, 'yes, you will want to be.
Here is my story. I have had it saved in my journal, so I have not
checked it since I wrote it out for another person.
We went in at 11:00 AM. The girls said to her, Evelyn,
J~ is here. Mom shook her head 'NO'....she did not
want me . But I told the girls, it is okay... It
will be okay. So as I said they left us alone the whole
day.
I began to talk with mom and she was not responding,
but slowly going into the realm of death. I spoke softly
and with love to her. I encouraged her it was okay. I
told her it was okay to go. I stroked her cheek... I kept
watch on her feet to see how much they were darkening.
I kept her lips moist. Stroked her cheek... I laid my
cheek against hers, whispered to her, prayed with her.
She always said she was ready to go. She was baptized
and did go to church through the years, and loved gospel
songs. So this was not a new thing for her to hear me
talk to her about Jesus.
I read scriptures and prayed.. I kept telling her it was
okay to go. I explained to her she would see her loved
ones... Jesus was waiting... still , she simply
could not die. I was letting her go. I know I told you
about the things she did, but I loved my mom and I knew
this was the end for her. She was 85... Her mind was
so good for her age.
Okay, after a day of trying to help her through the process,
I finally prayed again and turned to open the Bible and no
place in particular, but directly to John 14... Behold I go to
prepare a place for you..... wow.... that was God... and I read
that... still, there was something holding her back.. I said,
Father I do not know what else to do, by this time it almost
6:00 PM... and He gave me these words to speak to her....
but wait... let me explain something I forgot to tell you..
She was a foster child taken in to a Catholic family and raised
her until she was 18. She went to mass with them, but did
not practice, and was protestant throughout the years.....
Ok, so I ask God what do I do now ? He spoke to me... say this.
I spoke as He gave me these words.... I felt the spirit of God rise
up and said, YOU SPIRIT OF RELIGION I REBUKE YOU IN JESUS
NAME, YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER HER, SHE DOES NOT PRAY
TO MARY, SHE WILL NOT GO TO PURGATORY , SHE WILL GO
STRAIGHT INTO THE ARMS OF JESUS CHRIST....
The most awesome transformation that is indescribable,
she actually took on a glow. I thought, Lord, if I could see mom
smile, I will know she made it.... she had let out 3 little wisps of
air, and then a smile came upon her face.......Ahhh.. God
is so awesome.
Many think there are certain things that must be done. I did
not go in expecting to be used in the manner God used. Every
one is different. Just be available if He sends you to be with Mom
. One
of the girls from the nursing home is my friend on FB and she
can verify my mother was a different looking woman when she
died, than alive. She simply glowed. That is all I can say. To
God be the Glory ~
J
I will share an experience that was unbelievably awesome and one
I hope I never have to do again. But I would if I it means someone
will be taken up to Heaven ~ This is about my Mother and the day
I was called and asked if I was coming in that day to visit my Mother.
I asked, why? Am I needed, and the nurse said, 'yes, you will want to be.
Here is my story. I have had it saved in my journal, so I have not
checked it since I wrote it out for another person.
We went in at 11:00 AM. The girls said to her, Evelyn,
J~ is here. Mom shook her head 'NO'....she did not
want me . But I told the girls, it is okay... It
will be okay. So as I said they left us alone the whole
day.
I began to talk with mom and she was not responding,
but slowly going into the realm of death. I spoke softly
and with love to her. I encouraged her it was okay. I
told her it was okay to go. I stroked her cheek... I kept
watch on her feet to see how much they were darkening.
I kept her lips moist. Stroked her cheek... I laid my
cheek against hers, whispered to her, prayed with her.
She always said she was ready to go. She was baptized
and did go to church through the years, and loved gospel
songs. So this was not a new thing for her to hear me
talk to her about Jesus.
I read scriptures and prayed.. I kept telling her it was
okay to go. I explained to her she would see her loved
ones... Jesus was waiting... still , she simply
could not die. I was letting her go. I know I told you
about the things she did, but I loved my mom and I knew
this was the end for her. She was 85... Her mind was
so good for her age.
Okay, after a day of trying to help her through the process,
I finally prayed again and turned to open the Bible and no
place in particular, but directly to John 14... Behold I go to
prepare a place for you..... wow.... that was God... and I read
that... still, there was something holding her back.. I said,
Father I do not know what else to do, by this time it almost
6:00 PM... and He gave me these words to speak to her....
but wait... let me explain something I forgot to tell you..
She was a foster child taken in to a Catholic family and raised
her until she was 18. She went to mass with them, but did
not practice, and was protestant throughout the years.....
Ok, so I ask God what do I do now ? He spoke to me... say this.
I spoke as He gave me these words.... I felt the spirit of God rise
up and said, YOU SPIRIT OF RELIGION I REBUKE YOU IN JESUS
NAME, YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER HER, SHE DOES NOT PRAY
TO MARY, SHE WILL NOT GO TO PURGATORY , SHE WILL GO
STRAIGHT INTO THE ARMS OF JESUS CHRIST....
The most awesome transformation that is indescribable,
she actually took on a glow. I thought, Lord, if I could see mom
smile, I will know she made it.... she had let out 3 little wisps of
air, and then a smile came upon her face.......Ahhh.. God
is so awesome.
Many think there are certain things that must be done. I did
not go in expecting to be used in the manner God used. Every
one is different. Just be available if He sends you to be with Mom
. One
of the girls from the nursing home is my friend on FB and she
can verify my mother was a different looking woman when she
died, than alive. She simply glowed. That is all I can say. To
God be the Glory ~
I hope I never have to do again. But I would if I it means someone
will be taken up to Heaven ~ This is about my Mother and the day
I was called and asked if I was coming in that day to visit my Mother.
I asked, why? Am I needed, and the nurse said, 'yes, you will want to be.
Here is my story. I have had it saved in my journal, so I have not
checked it since I wrote it out for another person.
We went in at 11:00 AM. The girls said to her, Evelyn,
J~ is here. Mom shook her head 'NO'....she did not
want me . But I told the girls, it is okay... It
will be okay. So as I said they left us alone the whole
day.
I began to talk with mom and she was not responding,
but slowly going into the realm of death. I spoke softly
and with love to her. I encouraged her it was okay. I
told her it was okay to go. I stroked her cheek... I kept
watch on her feet to see how much they were darkening.
I kept her lips moist. Stroked her cheek... I laid my
cheek against hers, whispered to her, prayed with her.
She always said she was ready to go. She was baptized
and did go to church through the years, and loved gospel
songs. So this was not a new thing for her to hear me
talk to her about Jesus.
I read scriptures and prayed.. I kept telling her it was
okay to go. I explained to her she would see her loved
ones... Jesus was waiting... still , she simply
could not die. I was letting her go. I know I told you
about the things she did, but I loved my mom and I knew
this was the end for her. She was 85... Her mind was
so good for her age.
Okay, after a day of trying to help her through the process,
I finally prayed again and turned to open the Bible and no
place in particular, but directly to John 14... Behold I go to
prepare a place for you..... wow.... that was God... and I read
that... still, there was something holding her back.. I said,
Father I do not know what else to do, by this time it almost
6:00 PM... and He gave me these words to speak to her....
but wait... let me explain something I forgot to tell you..
She was a foster child taken in to a Catholic family and raised
her until she was 18. She went to mass with them, but did
not practice, and was protestant throughout the years.....
Ok, so I ask God what do I do now ? He spoke to me... say this.
I spoke as He gave me these words.... I felt the spirit of God rise
up and said, YOU SPIRIT OF RELIGION I REBUKE YOU IN JESUS
NAME, YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER HER, SHE DOES NOT PRAY
TO MARY, SHE WILL NOT GO TO PURGATORY , SHE WILL GO
STRAIGHT INTO THE ARMS OF JESUS CHRIST....
The most awesome transformation that is indescribable,
she actually took on a glow. I thought, Lord, if I could see mom
smile, I will know she made it.... she had let out 3 little wisps of
air, and then a smile came upon her face.......Ahhh.. God
is so awesome.
Many think there are certain things that must be done. I did
not go in expecting to be used in the manner God used. Every
one is different. Just be available if He sends you to be with Mom
. One
of the girls from the nursing home is my friend on FB and she
can verify my mother was a different looking woman when she
died, than alive. She simply glowed. That is all I can say. To
God be the Glory ~
J
Sorry for the double print out. When I tried to edit it was too late,
then when I clicked on it, the double came up.
I will share about a time I was in severe depression over a situation
and I was weeping and felt so alone. It was over something I could
not talk to a friend about.
My telephone rang, and it was a Christian Telephone Counselor from
a ministry I supported, asking me if I had any needs she could pray
for. Talk about timing. Then after she prayed for me, it hit me .....
GOD HAD MY NUMBER ~ He knew I needed prayed for ~ Isn't our
God truly the wonderful Father Jesus is going to allow us to be with ?
then when I clicked on it, the double came up.
I will share about a time I was in severe depression over a situation
and I was weeping and felt so alone. It was over something I could
not talk to a friend about.
My telephone rang, and it was a Christian Telephone Counselor from
a ministry I supported, asking me if I had any needs she could pray
for. Talk about timing. Then after she prayed for me, it hit me .....
GOD HAD MY NUMBER ~ He knew I needed prayed for ~ Isn't our
God truly the wonderful Father Jesus is going to allow us to be with ?
J
gb9 ~ That is awesome. I remember my first dream I had after receiving Christ in 1969.
I dreamed I was sitting at a table, like a banqueting table, and Jesus was sitting
beside me. In the dream I asked Him, Jesus ? Why won't You heal my back ?
( The odd thing is, I did not have back issues then ).
He said to me, " I have to ask My Father, only once."
God bless you. I pray He will pour out abundance of blessings upon you. Amen
I dreamed I was sitting at a table, like a banqueting table, and Jesus was sitting
beside me. In the dream I asked Him, Jesus ? Why won't You heal my back ?
( The odd thing is, I did not have back issues then ).
He said to me, " I have to ask My Father, only once."
God bless you. I pray He will pour out abundance of blessings upon you. Amen
M
One time when I was in college I prayed to God asking what I should get my friend David for his birthday. David told me not to buy him anything, and I was expecting something along the lines of make him a birthday card, or bake him a cake, or buy him something anyways. Instead, the response I got was to let David throw me in a mud puddle. Yeah... that wasn't my idea.
God has spoken to me many times, but only one time audible, he was calling my name, but the time he spoke to me and I think back and laugh was one time when I was in church, we had "special" guest visiting that week so everyone was on their best behavior, well there was one lady (member) who liked to go down in front of the alter and dance, I remember thinking Oh god not this Sunday, then I heard him clear as day "What is it to you Martha?" if you could have seen my face,
D
I have in the past counseled others in tuff circumstances. I would frequently say "Don't do a Peter and look at the big scary waves. Keep you eyes on Jesus instead", making a reference to the time Peter walked on water but then slipped into the water when his eyes met the waves.
Wednesday before Thanksgiving I was told I was fired over a very minor mix up. It devestated me. Thanksgiving was depressing along with Friday, Saturday and Sunday. On Monday I expected to be fired but it had all blown over. My coworkers chided me the whole day over it.
While traveling back home that evening I had a vision of a picture in a gold frame. The background had what looked like a drawing of big waves in slow motion. I saw flashes of lightning and I could see rain coming from dark clouds with the winds blowing like crazy. In the center of the picture I saw Jesus looking at me with the most beautiful blue eyes (yes the color surprised me too). I felt His peace come over me and His eye looked calm, relaxed and happy.
The vision ended quickly but the feeling of peace remained. Then I realized what this was. Jesus was telling me "Don't look at the storm, keep your eyes on me". I laughed so hard as I realized Jesus was giving me my own speech. I happen to love good sarcasm and this was exquisite sarcasm! I must of laughed dozens of times when ever I recall that vision.
God has a great sense of humor.
Wednesday before Thanksgiving I was told I was fired over a very minor mix up. It devestated me. Thanksgiving was depressing along with Friday, Saturday and Sunday. On Monday I expected to be fired but it had all blown over. My coworkers chided me the whole day over it.
While traveling back home that evening I had a vision of a picture in a gold frame. The background had what looked like a drawing of big waves in slow motion. I saw flashes of lightning and I could see rain coming from dark clouds with the winds blowing like crazy. In the center of the picture I saw Jesus looking at me with the most beautiful blue eyes (yes the color surprised me too). I felt His peace come over me and His eye looked calm, relaxed and happy.
The vision ended quickly but the feeling of peace remained. Then I realized what this was. Jesus was telling me "Don't look at the storm, keep your eyes on me". I laughed so hard as I realized Jesus was giving me my own speech. I happen to love good sarcasm and this was exquisite sarcasm! I must of laughed dozens of times when ever I recall that vision.
God has a great sense of humor.