Do you ever get that feeling that something is wrong, but you don't know what? When you go to your car and your heart starts beating really fast and you question if grabbing that cookie before walking out the door has given you a sugar rush or if something that you ate for lunch didn't sit well with you? How about you are driving to drop something off, some distance from home, and right before you get there, your phone rings and you don't have your glasses on to see that it is your Mom calling, so you answer it anyway, and when she asks "Are you tied up right now?" and you respond, "Well that wouldn't be good since I'm driving" and you pull over to chat, even though sitting at home would be more comfortable, but it's your Mom, so you sit in the car and chat for almost an hour before you put the phone on speaker and drive to where you are going? How about you are further delayed by a call from your husband, and then when you finally get back on the road to head home, you make a right turn, instead of a left, and end up going through McDonald's drive thru for a Diet Coke…still thinking that you will get home in enough time to make the cookie dough before your youngest calls for a ride home from school? Okay, that was my morning/early afternoon. The funny (okay, not funny) thing is that on my way to the freeway to go home, that feeling started coming back again and I started thinking…"do I need to go visit Diane?"…well, yes, but that wasn't it. "Do I need to pull over and wait?", no that wasn't it. But as soon as I got on the freeway, traffic came to a stop.
It took me almost 25 minutes to get 2 exits ahead where I could take a surface road to the other freeway that goes to my house. When I got off the freeway, I turned on the radio and found out that there had been an accident on the same freeway that I was headed home on, at 12:30pm – six minutes after speaking to my husband. Normally, if I didn't stop for a drink and had gotten right on the freeway after talking to Scott, it would have taken me about 5 or 6 minutes to get to the part of the freeway where the accident had happened. I didn't know why, but I knew…something.
I guess the challenge is to learn to read feelings and understand promptings. It's like the boy Samuel in the temple: when he hears a voice calling his name, he assumes that it is Eli…but it wasn't. Twice Samuel hears his name called, he goes to respond to Eli and Eli tells him that he didn't call him and to go back and lie down. On the third time Samuel hears his name and goes to Eli, Eli perceives that it is the Lord calling him and he tells him that if he hears his name again that he should say, "Speak, Lord; for thy servant heareth." (1 Samuel 3:9)
I don't know that anything would have happened to me. But I have to put all the elements of the day together and see the Lord's hand in it.
In Psalms 40:11 David pleads…
Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Lord: let they lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me.
I am grateful for how bountifully Heavenly Father blesses and watches over me.
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