The Voice of GOD

I have mentioned hearing the Voice of God before. I have questioned if I am hearing Him correctly, am I worthy of the call, was I imagining it all, and the biggest question... "Am I CRAZY?"

I cannot do this experience justice.  There are no words that can explain hearing and knowing the Voice of GOD. There are so many emotions, too many for words. Words are too small, colors too plain and pale, songs too simple to describe GOD's Greatness. I have done my best to put into words just one of the times I have heard His Voice.

Yesterday I woke up and started getting ready for church and the drive to Atlanta that was to follow.  My husband had asked me a couple of times if me and the kids were going to an early service before we headed out on the trip. He had to work 7:30 am to 8:30 pm so he was unable to go with us and all of us had been working the past couple of Sundays so this would be the first time the kids and I could go together. I sat on my bed trying to figure out which church and which service, we have been attending one local church more than another but we were looking for a closer one to home to become active members of. My heart was unsettled about both churches and then I heard His Voice. God encouraged me to go to church in GA, Grace Fellowship in Snellville, we had attended there several times before we moved and always walked away fed and refreshed. We had a hard time connecting to the other members but always learned more of God's Word when we went. (Side note, this is where the first surrogate baby and her family attend.)

So I looked up the times of their services and as long as we left early enough we would be able to pick up head shots (in wrong direction), kiss David "see you later" (in wrong direction), make the usual "trip stop" at a coffee shop, get to Atlanta, find something to eat, book a hotel for the night and drive past the location that my son had an appointment at Monday morning before making it to the 5:15 pm service.

I shared this idea with my husband and he thought it was a great idea.  I was talking to him on the phone and when I mentioned going to Grace the kids got right up and started getting ready to go, mostly a rare occurrence (getting right up).

We got in the car, did our local errands and headed south. We got to Atlanta, drove by the appointment location, got food, booked the hotel and walked in to Grace Fellowship for the evening service.

While sitting there waiting for it to start there It was again, the Voice of GOD. HE told me to ask someone to pray with me before I leave,  I tried to talk myself into believing His Voice wasn't real this time. I tried to tell myself it was my anxiousness from the trip, the appointment the following day, the kidney donation, my new job, some emotions I have been struggling with... It had to be anything but His Voice. So I distracted myself with a quick call to the hotel to confirm our reservation, I told myself that the staff would be way to busy and I was just being needy and emotional. But, He told me again to have someone pray with me before I leave the building.  And as the service started it became apparent that I had heard Him, GOD, correctly. The service that evening was a worship, communion and prayer service. There it was, He had it all planned out. Not only was the staff not too busy but He, GOD, had arranged a service just for the purpose of praying for His people. I turned and looked at the kids and told them I was going to go for prayer when the time came.

When the time for prayer came I immediately got up out of my seat and row and starting walking toward the prayer team members waiting.  As I walked I asked GOD who I was to go to for prayer. I knew that if He brought me all the way to Grace Fellowship, in GA from TN, to be prayed over He had someone/s specific set aside for me and this exact moment.  I walked past a couple of prayer team members and there they were, the people GOD had there to pray for me.  I walked up and told them I have a crazy story and a unique prayer request. I told them that I woke up that morning in Pigeon Forge, TN and when trying to figure out where to go to church that morning GOD told me to go to Grace Fellowship in Snellville, GA. I told them that GOD had told me to be prayed over before I left the building and that here He had even provided a prayer service for me. I then told them that I was seeking prayer over my upcoming test and board meeting for the kidney donation.  How blessed yet unworthy that GOD would choose me for two surrogacy journeys and now this. They prayed over me, asking, thanking, praising, encouraging. Then there it was... GOD's reassurance to me. One of them told me that they actually knew someone who had just completed the testing and was donating her kidney to a complete stranger 8-31-16(Jessica F. you rock!).   They had been praying over someone already for the exact same reasons.

I wish I could find the descriptors to use in telling this

His Voice is real. HE IS REAL. HE is Alive, in me. I am listening.



Here is another time I wrote about the Voice of GOD.
http://mommomish.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-he-dial-right-number.html