I grab my pen!
(That may be a generational thing.)
Although.
I do sometimes grab my phone.
To jot it down.
Before it slips away.
The thing is.
I'm finding.
When I build in the space.
Quiet space in my day.
Driving into work.
In the early morning with a cup of coffee.
Just to be still.
And listen.
Without distractions.
He will drop thoughts.
Ideas.
Answers to questions.
Solutions.
Inspiration.
Direction.
Into my thoughts.
If I'm asking.
I saw it happen this week.
More than once.
I needed the right words.
For an issue that was troubling me.
I needed to know how to handle a situation.
That I didn't have the answer for.
I provided Him some space in my morning.
In my quiet time.
In my living room.
Just to be still.
And He dropped His guidance onto me.
Like that one drop of rain.
That rolls off the overhead roof.
Just as you duck in the door.
Not in a mystical or wonky way.
But clear and direct.
Simple.
There's no way it came from me.
I was asking.
And He gave it to me.
For me.
Having God be so personal.
To give me the solution....the answer I needed.
Man!
I loved it!
I literally jumped up.
(Or in the instance when I was quietly driving into work,
I reached for a pen in my bag.)
To scribble down what I felt Him say over me.
There it was.
By just giving Him space.
To be quiet.
To listen.
And be ready to grab my pen.
