This weekend was not only refreshing but refueling and through it all God reminded me of His presence. He spoke to my heart.
As I talked with my dad, I heard Him. Dad shared with me his thoughts and encouragement. He shared His love. As I listened to my dad’s voice and his words, that always seem to calm me down, God whispered…you are not alone.
As I spent some much needed time with my mom, one who always seems to give of herself, I heard Him. She made me laugh. She spoiled me. She fed me well! And when asked if she would be willing to switch vehicles with me so that my teammates and I would be able to carpool down to training together, she willingly said yes. As we spent great time together, God whispered…you are loved.
As I shared about the World Race with others, I heard Him. I took pictures with my mom every chance I could get during my visit with her this weekend, even in restaurants. And because of the mass amount of pictures being taken, mom and I explained to others how I was leaving. As the waitress at one of the restaurants explained to us that the woman who was sitting at the table next to us paid for our breakfast, we cried, and God whispered…hearts are being reached.
As I warned mom about all the finicky things about my jeep wrangler that she would be driving the next few weeks while I borrowed her minivan, I heard Him. I worried that she would have trouble with the jeep, that it would not be dependable for her. As we took this funny picture in front of the jeep of her scared to drive it, we laughed, and God whispered…she is in My care.
As I drove the 4 hours home, I heard Him. I was surrounded by changing leaves and the warm sunlight. It was an incredibly beautiful drive home. As I praised God for speaking to my heart this weekend, He whispered, I am always with you.
It isn’t always easy to quiet my heart of all its distractions to hear what God is saying. But He is speaking. Can you hear it? What is he saying to you?
