You ever have one of those days (weeks, MONTHS?) where you know just a little bit from God would go a long way? A little encouragement. A surprise around the corner. Something to tell you that you are ok and on the right track? Even just “Hey, I’m here with you! I’m not going anywhere”. Remembering times past where you felt God’s presence frequently and His words affirming your heart.
I was reminded today of this. While cleaning the toilet (oh yeah!) and feeling incredibly spiritual (wink) it came; two really random thoughts popped into my mind. Both are areas that God has given revelation to me over the last two or three years. Then I “heard” him say that he was going to take those things deeper.
It felt so good to hear SOMETHING. I wanted to sing or dance or laugh. “I still hear God! He speaks, he speaks!” Believe me, when you’ve felt thirsty you don’t underestimate a cup of water!!! It really really matters even if it’s seemingly so small.
Then I headed to Starbucks to do what little Starbuckies do and enjoy a few minutes of quality time with my friend. Out of the blue she (without knowing my previous conversation with God) starts talking about those two unrelated things that God had been speaking to me earlier.
Needless to say, we were both encouraged. She confirmed what I had been hearing and she also got to be reminded that she hears God’s voice too.
Then, she starts asking me questions like “So Liz. If you could do anything you wanted and money wasn’t an issue what would it be?”
Easy. I’d go to Finland and stay with my dear friend there and then we’d together romp all over Europe. We could easily cover most of the continent, having so many friends that we know scattered around. England, Switzerland, Belgium, The Netherlands, Norway, Ireland, and I’m sure there’s so many more I’m just not thinking of. After I got my fill of travelling, I’d return and find a job I LOVED—most likely with internationals. (I was just getting warmed up, by the way…there was a lot more I could have said).
Then I asked her what she’d do. This led to talking about desires and dreams and how it’s really hard to dream when one is low in their hope tank. And how can we have hope or dream if we are disconnected to our own heart? So, YEAH, we gotta start taking those moments to listen to those desires that may be buried under some clutter. Because that’s where dreams are birthed. And who knows where God wants to take us? But, we’ll never know if we aren’t dreaming.
So, with her frappucino finished and my Pike Place (with chocolate and vanilla) about gone, we agreed to bring photos to share with each other next time we meet. She will bring her pictures from Africa. I will most likely bring some from New Zealand and Costa Rica. Why? I imagine it’s because those were places where our hearts began to emerge…
And it all started with a toilet brush in hand!