Some people say that people who claim that God told them something are making false claims. I wanted to share today to encourage any one who may read this that God still speaks to us on a personal level. It is possible to hear his voice. And yes, often it sounds much like your own thoughts. But no, it is not “just you.” here is how I know:
When I first became a believer I remember praying and asking God to use me. I told him that whatever he wanted me to do I would do it. Weeks later I was walking on a trail near my mother’s apartment for exercise. (Funny to think of the irony in even calling it that because it was during this that God really exercised my faith- much to my failure). I noticed a girl who looked to be about college age walking toward me. At that moment I heard the Lord say to me, “Go tell her I love her.” Even though I had heard Him very clearly I began to doubt thinking, “No, that’s just me. It’s just my thought. That is too simple, too awkward.” This went back and forth. I would hear “Go tell her I love her.” Then would counter, “It’s just me.” She ended up walking past me and I never told her that God loved her. It bothered me for years following. I can’t remember when but at some point as I reconsidered the situation I felt horrible. I prayed and told the Lord I was sorry for my lack of faith. I told him that should he ask again I would say what he wanted me to say. Our God is a God of second chances.
Years had passed since I passed that girl on that trail. I was a mother now, living in an entirely different state. I was driving down the interstate with our young boys. We were headed to Big Lots. I usually don’t shop there as it is a bit out of our way and I cannot remember what I had even thought I was going for. As I drove I noticed a woman who was walking along the side of the road that paralleled the interstate. I don’t know what it was about her but something in me felt draw to just notice her. She was a white, middle aged woman, She looked like she was possibly going through a rough time and she was walking near the interstate. I kept driving.
We ended up in Big Lots. I spent sometime shopping. As I passed the pillows I turned and there she was, the very woman I noticed on the side of the interstate. Then I heard the Lord tell me once again, “Go tell her that I love her.” I remembered what I had prayed and I felt sick to my stomach. I thought, “Surely, it is just me again.” (Quite the testimony of increasing faith, I know.) I heard the Lord again, “Go tell her that I love her.” I just couldn’t. Finally, I told the Lord, “Lord, I don’t know if this is you. If it is put her behind me when I go to checkout. Then I will know it is you.” I then avoided her in every aisle and tried very hard to checkout when she was out of sight. I looked around. I hurried to the checkout. I stood waiting with my boys. She walked up with her cart behind me.
Stomach turning, I knew there was no denying the answer to my prayer. I wrestled with what to say. Finally, I spoke out. I told her, “I usually don’t do things like this but I cannot help but feel that the Lord really wants me to tell you that He loves you.” (It was done).
Tears filled her eyes. She looked at me and said, “You are the second person this week to tell me that.” Two days ago as I sat at the bus stop a little girl handed my a flower and said ‘God told me to tell you that He loves you.”
At this point, we both knew that, without a doubt, God was real. She knew He loved her and I knew that I was indeed hearing His voice. I ended up driving her back to the hotel she was staying at and praying with her. I never saw her again.
My faith was built up incredibly that day and so was the faith of our young sons who watched the entire thing. I still stand in awe at the awesome things the Lord orchestrates through those who believe. When you doubt your ability to hear God’s voice, I pray that this will strengthen your faith. Step out and speak what He places on your heart to speak. Do what He places on your heart to do. Share the love that matters most.