Dear God, It’s been awhile since we last talked. And I know you’re busy. But I have something I’d like to ask, if you have a second. Please—
For a lot longer than I care to admit my prayers sounded something like that. It had to be real important before I felt it was worth bothering God about. After all He was not only making sunrises and spinning solar systems, He had to hear every prayer of every Saint. I certainly wasn’t one of those. I was a mess.
We had picked up our boot straps and moved four hours east in pursuit of new careers. Our kids were married, I had jumped through all the hoops of academia, we packed up our house of 25 years and transplanted to Birmingham, Alabama.
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. We were living our dream come true, new careers, all the amenities of the city and we were back to just the two of us which hadn’t happened in twenty-five years. Except… it was just the two of us. Life had been about raising our children. We had to learn to live together again. And then there was this huge metropolitan city that we didn’t know. Plus we both had new jobs. (Did I mention we were 4 four hours from home?)
We did what all good southern couples would do; look for a nice little church to fill our Sunday mornings. Surely that would help. How many of you know that God’s plans are higher than ours?
The nice little church we found looked just like a mall from the outside. We wondered in one Sunday morning and somehow felt like we were supposed to be there. Ok… where we were from… if we had thirty-five in Sunday School it was because we were in revival. Hands-down the most loving people ever but few in number.
That January rolled around and our pastor explained that for the first three weeks we were going to meet at the church at six o’clock AM and pray for one hour. I had never prayed more than ten minutes at a time in my whole life. That year he suggested that we choose three things and join him.
My life was a mess. Choose just three?
Let’s see: One. That our house back home would sell. (It had been on the market for thirty months!) Two. That our marriage would be restored. (I know, go big or go home, right!) And Three. That God would take care of that mammogram thing that they had called me back to get a second look at. (No biggie)
We set the alarm and showed up. Low-and-behold on day three we had a contract on our house. Hey, there may be something to this whole going to prayer thing!
Day seventeen rolled around and the report that said the biopsy was cancer. How many of you know that when we heard those words – all that “ya-ya” that had caused the wedge in our marriage immediately evaporated?
But number three was now a real biggie!And let me just say… we were doing some praying!!! I knew that only God could answer. But hadn’t He answered the first two? After all He is the God who set the stars in motion. Breast cancer was not too hard for Him.
It was during this time that I know that I heard God’s voice. It wasn’t like in the 1956 movie The Ten Commandments where God calls out, “Mo-ses!”in a deep thunderous voice to actor Charlton Heston. It was just a calm and peaceful voice spoken with reassurance:
“It’s going to be ok.”
Don’t ask me how I knew it was God. I just did. And with it came an unexplainable Peace.
That was eight years ago. I have walked through a miraculous healing and a healing through medicine. But through every bit, even the hardest parts, I have clung to those five words. It’s going to be ok.
Actually… I just heard four, “It’s gonna be ok!” But isn’t gonna slang for ‘going to’? The truth is God speaks to us in our own language like our best friend. He doesn’t use proper English like Thee and Thou. He speaks to me in Alabama English. Most of the time His voice sounds like my voice and I’ve had to learn how to discern between the two. I don’t always get it right but what I do know is that He’s big enough to get me where I need to be when I need to be there mainly because I invite Him to. And… I trust Him to do what He says He will in The Bible. I certainly don’t know every part of His Word. There are even days that I don’t get much more than one verse read but He already knows.
So, yes, God is big! And He does keep the earth spinning on its axis. But
My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. John 10:27-28
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Cindy Willingham is a landscape designer, small group leader, avid encourager, and sinner saved by grace who is ten years new to Birmingham, Alabama. Her sweet husband of 38 years, two married children and four grand-kiddos fill her life with unbelievable fun and sweet snuggles. She thinks God is awesome and that the best adventure starts with saying yes to that still, small voice. ~ To read Cindy’s BoP Bio click here.