God Has Stopped Talking To Me --- Now Heís Actually Shouting!
People have said to me, "I donít believe God talks to anybody." Well I canít wait to hear what they will say now that Iím professing that He is shouting at me but I will present the following and let the facts speak for themselves.
Iím confident these events will clearly demonstrate to the agnostics that not only is there a God but that He is involved in every aspect of our daily lives and that He encourages us and guides us through every aspect of our journey here on earth. I hope that not even an atheist will be able to miss hearing the undeniable voice of God and will not be able to pass it off as merely coincidence.
Since January, I have felt as if Iím swimming up stream. Obstacle after obstacle has been thrown in my path to hinder my race towards the things God has called me to do. The final straw that almost broke this camelís back occurred on a Friday. I did what any self-respecting, mature evangelist (that has faith to move mountains) would do -- I cried like a baby. I mean I really lost it! I sobbed. I couldnít hold it back. Anyone who knows me well knows that I never cry, so this was serious.
The following Monday my friend Sandy called to say the Lord had given her scripture for me the day before. It was II Corinthians chapter four. Although I was to read the entire chapter, I was to pay special attention to verse 16 which says, "Do not lose heart" because God was clearly saying, "Do NOT lose heart. Do NOT lose hope. Do NOT give up." It brought me a bit of comfort to know that the Lord was aware of my predicament. Moments after our conversation I reached for the book I had been reading and came across that very same scripture verse on the next page. This was definitely divine intervention so I called Sandy back to confirm that she had indeed heard from God.
The very next morning I went to read the daily devotional I receive from a prophetic ministry that I monitor. To my astonishment it was II Cor. 4:16. God was showing me how much He cared. Tears rolled down my face. I couldnīt hold them back.
That finally did it. I got my focus realigned. All that mattered was that Jesus was coming back and in the meantime souls were perishing, so what was I going to do about it? Was I going to cry in my soup or continue to do everything I can to tell people that there is a God and that He loves them and wants to save them.
Obviously God thought I needed more convincing. On Thursday I decided to view the e-mail card that my friend Diane had sent me a few days earlier. It was of an eagle soaring high above the mountain tops. Underneath she added, "Donna, hereís another scripture for you, II Cor. 4:8 and 9."
It was more than unbelievable. Beyond incredible. This was the fourth time in as many days that God was saying, ĎDonít give up!" I guess He thought I might have a hearing problem or that I could still buckle and succumb under the weight of my load.
That is still not the end of this story though. Just before the Sunday morning service I decided to reread that chapter for the umpteenth time. I particularly concentrated on verses eight and nine, "we are afflicted in every way, but not crushed, perplexed, but not despairing, persecuted, but not forsaken, struck down, but not destroyed." Then I looked up and saw those exact words reflected on the wall from the overhead projector as the entire congregation sang, "Trading My Sorrows.."
Can you hear Godís voice in this? I certainly can!
Oh, thereís more --- today, just as I was typing this article, I received a sermon from the Watchman website. Do I need to tell you what scripture it was?
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