You! Yes you! That’s what He said to me. I want to give you everything. Yes, everything. I turned to run but He held me there. Stunned and unable to move I questioned the merits of this message. Crazy, misguided, nonsensical. He can’t really be talking to me and I must be losing my mind in a haze of need and want. This is me, convincing myself that the things I want to do are actually important to Him. This is that craziness from the Baptist church; that holiness from the holiness church; that weirdness from years of dabbling in doctrines and calling it searching: a subliminal TV message? This can’t be real but if it happens again tomorrow, I’m going to have to start believing it.
But tomorrow came today with no hocus-pocus and no abracadabra and not a single audible word spoken but “the Word” in defense of every negative thought, which He positively blocked with an immediate answer. An avalanche of assurance reigned down peace in the midst of chaos; real peace. Peace, wrapped in love, inside assurance; a riddle wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, yet a guarantee? An open question inside an answer.
Oh, it was me you were talking to God. Go ahead, I’m listening!
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