God still speaks.
Two weeks ago, I’m not sure I really believed that but it’s true.
God still speaks. It may not be an audible voice. You may not have a burning bush experience. God still speaks. He speaks to us today, wherever we are, if we truly listen. However, if you want to hear God’s voice, you have to be willing to receive what He says to you.
I guess I better back up a bit so you'll understand why what happened at Training Camp was truly of God and confirmed everything He has been doing in my life.
It was 2009 when, for the first time, I clearly knew God told me to do something. This wasn’t a feeling of right and wrong. It wasn't a verse that seemed appropriate. It wasn't a song lyric I liked. God gave me a sentence. I didn’t hear a voice but I knew absolutely that this was God speaking to me. I didn't like what He had to say.
And I told God, “No! Forget you! I’m doing it myself!”
Gee, is there any wonder why I spent the next few years with God silent?
For the last 2 years I’ve been praying and seeking God’s will about separating from the AF and got a big, fat nothing in response. God doesn’t talk to me. Maybe He’s still mad. Maybe He just doesn’t talk anymore. Maybe that was just for Old Testament stories. I didn’t know but He sure wasn’t talking to me.
Last fall I began praying frantically, begging God to give me some direction or tell me what to do. Silence.
Then, this summer while I was overseas, I was at a pivotal point in my career. I was going to get an assignment. If I take it, I’m in for another 3 years, meet my promotion board and basically would commit to a 20-year career because who leaves when they’re over halfway to retirement? Now the praying got REALLY intense. I was so stressed. I was running out of time to make a decision.
Then one day, just like before, God gave me a sentence: Let it go.
Let what go? The AF? This relationship? That part of my past? This habit? That weakness? Can you be more specific please?!
Silence. That was all I got. I took a leap of faith and I decided to separate. I got accepted to the World Race. Things started to move and I didn’t run into any walls. I guess I made the right choice. I really hoped so. I felt like I was on my own again. God was still silent–until Training Camp.
…read God still speaks–Training Camp Pt 2…
