Seen God Lately?
In our furious world, we are all set to deadline something or somewhere. There’s little time to stop and think about much more than work and family. But my burning question arises, have you ever seen God or felt his presence? I bet you have and never realized it!
Watching the forecast, you begin to wonder as the winds swirl and rain comes at you with blunt force. Hunker down to protect yourself! Brutal weather is nothing compared to the imagination of Satan. You must realize he will take any opportunity to reign. It seems a gloomy gray and having a bad day, coincides in some way. One’s disposition and attitude seem to parallel with the oncoming shades of gray.
For hours, or maybe even days, we find our souls hibernating as the weary weather penetrates our bones. Then one afternoon the clouds subside and horizontal lines of blue breaks through. Your heart smiles at last! God has shed His grace over what was a reign of terror. He calms the weather as if laying His hands upon the stormy seas. Sighing deeply, we now feel His ever-presence knowing only our Father in heaven could bring us this peace.
“You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”
We grab something refreshing and step outside, relaxing in these moments of peace. In His sanctuary, you see His hands raise the sad, droopy flowers from Satan’s reign. Even the birds come out to frolic at the feeder.
Oh yes, God is more present than you’ll ever know. Noticing the swirling winds, you wish you were on His pristine waters sailing out to another port. Lord, what an awesome feeling to know you are right here beside us as we tack! Especially when we need Him the most.
If you feel God is trying to tell you something, consider He is preparing you for something greater in the future. Embrace it! Look closely at it and don’t wish it away. Pray for His divine wisdom in your life.
Signs of God’s Presence In Your Life
Is God talking and you’re not listening or are you not familiar with His messages in your life? Here are some eye-opening signs that God is speaking and you must pay attention:
God will use people to send you messages. Interested in pursuing something but you’re uncertain? If ordained by God, natural events will begin to occur that gives you the extra push to run with it. Particular people will come to you with encouraging words or information that you need to move into the right direction. People are not placed in your life by accident.
Ever seen a message in the sky by the clouds? Or by birds or butterflies? Allow me to share a personal experience with you. My editor was recently sitting on the back porch and a WILD bird flew down to within two feet of her and began chirping. Thinking they wanted some food, she threw bread onto the ground for them but they didn’t come down to eat it. When she went back to her computer, one of my writings was waiting for her and it turned out to be one of my most popular pieces. Not only that, this piece mentioned birds in it!
Financially broke but money appears “out of nowhere”? Not a stroke of luck….coincidences are from God!
Have you ever been in or saw a death-defying accident but walked out alive? Was there someone mysteriously there that helped but later disappeared when an ambulance arrived on the scene? God’s angels, my friends.
Ever had an uncomfortable feeling or a feeling like you shouldn’t be doing something? God will never lead us to do something that is wrong. There is a sign to find in the turmoil.
Dreams will be very vivid when they are a message from God.
“My sheep know my voice.” (John 10:27)
A Silent Voice
He listened to the adolescents innocently frolicking beyond the school. The merry-go-round is full of petticoats and saddle shoes, as very young men in dungarees and penny loafers fair the propulsion. Life was grand back then – hide and seek, dodgeball, and tag….except for the little child who remained on the school steps writing in his loose-leaf notebook. Teardrops fell onto pages filled up with dreams – sketches of boats and homes. A little child, reserved in dialog, smiled at the others as he drew a world others had never seen.
Parked on the hard concrete steps, weathering-in a t-shirt, shorts, and Keds, sat this little butterball of an overweight kid. He sketched his life away, believing in his brother’s “Boy’s Life” magazines, and dreamt that someday he’d find his way to those pristine places.
A door opened, and a teacher kicked him from behind. “Let’s go!”, she said as she blew her whistle. “It’s time for class. Lunch and recess are over.” He slid to the side, so as not be stampeded, and grabbed ahold of a rail, hoping the herd of classmates didn’t trammel his dreams. Last in class, he pulled his chair up to the front by the teachers desk. Everyone unmercifully laughed him.
But in his world, time didn’t matter – just the joy of living somewhere else other than at a dirty desk of pencils and crayons. Trying to comprehend as a little child, the shortest in class wandered off in the middle of arithmetic. He took up space until the pre-dismissal bell rang. Finally! Another day of being made fun of had come to an end! So, he walked home with Peter, his next door neighbor.
And as the night drew near, the portable black and white waved it’s tinfoil rabbit ears. It was time to stick his nose back into the books of things he couldn’t remember. His little school desk at home sat in front of the window. He stared into the dark and tried to count the lightning bugs. His mom would blurt out, “Okay, let’s go over your spelling words.” So he bluffed his way as if he had studied but there was no use – letters were reversed. Another night. In the tub, then saying prayers by 8:30. If only his father, who didn’t live with him, was there! He prayed so hard to him.
No one knows the artistic mind of childhood dreams, especially when many things in life are incomprehensible. Dyslexics only observe their life like a race. Their peers succeed, leaving them behind to only hope and think, “Why can’t I be as lucky as them?” But our God above knows, like a mother’s love, when one is so distraught. Frustrations grew, and discipline was physical abuse. His living became more difficult.
Looking to the heavens today, where only answered prayers are sent, we see this little child again, struggling to do another mission – God’s work. We now read the innocence of a silent voice – one that brings home the memories of messages of long ago. For no one could ever imagine this little child, today, would ever become an author! No one! Not even him.
You have just read an emotionally-charged, true story written and lived through the eyes of its “author”, Dana S. Bicks. Though it was very difficult for him to recall and write these early moments of his life, his message can be read loud and clear – NOTHING IS UNATTAINABLE! With God’s hands lying over top of his, dyslexia has come as his greatest gift….the gift of creativity.
But Moses pleaded with the Lord, “O Lord, I’m not very good with words. I never have been, and I’m not now, even though you have spoken to me. I get tongue-tied, and my words get tangled.” Then the Lord asked Moses, “Who makes a person’s mouth? Who decides whether people speak or do not speak, hear or do not hear, see or do not see? Is it not I, the Lord? Now go! I will be with you as you speak, and I will instruct you in what to say.”