And Then He Prayed for Me

Yesterday morning, my husband and I were sitting on the porch like we do every morning, rocking and talking and drinking coffee. Small talk, mostly.

I didn’t tell him everything running through my mind.

He couldn’t handle all the chatter.

I’m not sure, but maybe this only happens to writers~~

Your thoughts are swirling like you’re swimming through dark water.

You want to take a step, but you can’t figure out where to go.

There’s a foggy path ahead of you.

One minute, you think one direction is the right way. The next minute, you convince yourself it’s the opposite way.

Should I take a leap of faith?
Or baby-steps?
Or stand still and wait?

I’ve been thinking a lot about writing, but I’ve obsessed over other things~~

Relationships. Money. How to serve at church. Even whether to speak up or listen.

It’s an uncomfortable pressure.

You want to do the right thing, and you would, if you knew what it was.

My writing idea~~

I have 20 pages of notes, but I’m not sure if it’ll work. The only thing I know for sure is it would be a lot of work.

Thinking about it feels like peering through the woods on a foggy day.

I need a sign. A compass. A map. Something! 

“It’s getting lighter earlier in the mornings,” Rick said.

“Um-hmm.” I tried to return to my spider web of thoughts, but the roosters crowed.

Life is short, I thought. If I give this idea a try, it could mean time and energy. And no guarantees. 

I glanced through the woods at our neighbor’s taillights as she left for work.

“Well, I guess it’s about that time,” Rick said. “I gotta go. Who’s turn is it to pray?”

We take turns. I prayed Monday.

I nodded at him, feeling relieved.

He started out by praying for family situations and a few close friends. Then he said~~

“Lord, help Julie with her writing. Show her what to write next.”

I couldn’t believe it! He read my mind. I hadn’t mentioned writing. Well, not yesterday.

My thoughts slowed down, and I remembered a book I started reading during the Super Bowl. 🙂

Whisper–How to Hear the Voice of God, by Mark Batterson

Mark Batterson believes everything begins with a whisper.

EVERYTHING.  

He says “finding our voice begins with hearing His voice.” page 2

I think Mark’s right. 

I’m going to do a lot more listening.

Sometimes God speaks through a prayer, a phrase in a book, or even crowing roosters. click to tweet

When you don’t know what to do next, shush. Don’t talk. Listen for God’s whisper. Click to tweet

Are you listening for God’s voice about something in particular? Tell us about it! 

Any hints on hearing His whispers?

Love,

Julie