A Conversation With God
by WCBA little insight into what’s wrong with me, or at least what goes on inside…um, sometimes.
Each morning I try to have a two way conversation with God. You know, voices in my head, whispering sweet somethings, standing on both shoulders so the devil’s minions will leave me alone.
I like to have the conversation first thing in the morning because, well, just because. It suits me. It’s not any more right or wrong than any other time. And I do not have conversations ONLY in the morning.
The conversation goes something like this -
Before opening my Bible, I usually know where I will be reading, as in which book and sometimes which chapter.
I pray for God to speak to me through His word. I believe God has spoken and I have an obligation to understand what He has said. So, I open up the book and begin to read, with my thinking cap on.
I read until I find something that strikes my fancy, blows my whistle, tinkles my bell. This can take a little while. I am rather on the slow side of understanding sometimes.
Once I find something, yesterday for example, Genesis 42:23 “They did not know, however, that Joseph understood, for there was an interpreter between them” (Deep verse, eh?) I write down some thoughts somewhere. Usually in another blog, like here - Interpret, please? - Wisdom from the Good Book.
I then take those thoughts and head out the door for 30 minutes to an hour or thereabouts to think on them, mull over, chew the cud, with this simple prayer in mind, “God, what else do you want me to know? Talk to me. I’m listening.”
Then, I listen. I let my mind wander, sometimes too far, but I rein it in and think some more.
Pondering that verse in Genesis yesterday my thoughts took me to the Holy Spirit and how He acts as mediator (interpreter?) for me in communicating with God. I had some thanksgivings to offer. And, I needed to be quiet and let the Holy Spirit do His thing in case I wasn’t communicating properly.
After that, God spoke to me. I began to wonder who/where I can serve as an interpreter. Where’s the gap I need to fill? Who needs me to stand between them? Where can I stand between someone and God? I thought some more, and listened, and thought, and listened…
And, doggone it if God didn’t speak to me and give me an assignment. I won’t share that here, but readers can ask me privately by writing to belew (at) panasianbiz (dot) com. I have a homework assignment from God. And, to think, I am a teacher and became a teacher so I could give out homework, not get it.
But, in yesterday’s dialog with God, I was given a task to do. Not an easy one, either. But I’ll do it. Like it or not, ready or not.
All because I have daily conversations with God.
So, tell me -
How do you talk to God? How does He talk to you? How do you know it’s Him talking? How do you respond?
Want to share?