Saturday night at church was rough.
I’ve been riding the edge of some challenging thoughts and circumstances for some time now, wondering where God was in the midst of my struggles, but on Saturday night I fell in. I was overwhelmed by fear, anger, and hurt (all the fun emotions) and could not stop crying. I’ve never been so thankful for the dim lighting in there. I made it through the closing song and on my way out a dear woman, whom I’ve never met before, hands me her program. She had been sitting behind me and must have seen me losing it. She said, “God wanted me to give you this.” I forced a smile, thanked her, and kept walking to the car. I didn’t want to start crying again and you know how it is, if someone is nice to you, you can lose it even more. I put the note in my purse and tried to pretend like I was fine. At least until I got out of the building.
The rest of the evening was hard too. I cried. I journaled. I yelled at God in my head. I asked for understanding, for clarity, and for help. I got nothing, so finally I fell asleep.
The next day I realized that I had been a teensy bit hormonal, explaining the magnitude of my emotions, but I still wanted answers, none of which came in my sleep. It was then that I remembered the note. I ran downstairs, rifled through my purse and pulled out that mysterious piece of paper, hoping for something, anything to encourage me.
Here is what it said:
“I felt the Lord prompting me to tell you, for encouragement, that you can trust Him. He’s heard your prayers and seen your tears. The prayers will be answered. Keep persevering and praying. Love, Jess”
Guess what. I started to cry all over again. But these were good tears. These were I-feel-loved, I-feel-seen, I-feel-heard tears. I had received a love note from God, written specifically for me, all because this precious woman felt a nudge from God and acted on it.
How many times do we get nudges from God to say something, do something or write something? If you are like me, it probably doesn’t happen all the time, but sometimes it does. On a good day, I risk the potential embarrassment of looking like a nut, and I obey. Other times, I ignore it and the urge goes away.
Do you know how incredibly thankful I am that Jess acted instead of ignored God’s prompting?
Do you know what a difference her obedience has made it my heart?
Do you know how much my faith has been strengthened so I can continue to persevere in prayer?
Thank you Jess. Thank you so very much.
When was the last time you were nudged by God? Did you obey or ignore it? Honest answers are welcome.