When that Still Small Voice Feels Like a Billy Club

I accepted Jesus as my Savior as a young girl.

I've walked with Him with varying closeness

over these many years.

Sometimes I tend to forget that one has to work

at any relationship and I get into things of 

daily life and remember this friend

best on Sundays.

Other times He is so close that I can't imagine

those desert times.

I can recall from nearly the very beginning

of this journey hearing His still small voice

urging me to do this or that.

Sometimes it was an apology that needed 

to be made.

Other times a testimony He wanted shared

either privately or in a church service.

I've come to recognize and value His nudges,

whispers and even pushes

when I'm too stubborn to respond immediately.

Lately there have been a couple of occasions

to do things that were way, way out of my comfort zone

and yet I had little doubt that God was prompting me 

to do them.

In those moments 

my heart thudded....seriously...

had you been sitting beside me you might have 

even heard it or 

seen the collar of my blouse 

pulsing.

I felt that this most important organ

 might come right out of my chest.

In either of the two most recent cases I'm thinking of 

normally they wouldn't have shaken me up at all.

A.  I'm not afraid of public speaking, as was the 

situation in the first case.

B.  I love sticking my nose in other people's business, 

as was the case in the second situation.

Ha!

However, 

I felt overwhelmingly in both moments that what I had to do and 

say was about WAY more than me or any influence I had.

Praise God for those times that He gives us the billy club

treatment to press us out of the comfort of our 

own desires and strengths.

In each of these cases the outcome was of Him.

It is the only way that it can be explained.

Oh, and lest you think that He only tells me to 

"do things"?

Most often it is a whisper to stay still, 

keep my mouth shut 

and watch Him work.

Sometimes that is more comfy....

sometimes it is NOT.

:-)