Last week I didn’t post anything. The enemy was doing what the enemy does best, wrecking havoc on believers. I was locked out of my website. No matter how many times I tried, I couldn’t get in. I had to spend an hour with a tech person to help me back in.
Obviously my messages are speaking truth. So I shall continue.
This whole time since September has been a struggle for me. I applied to so many jobs. Couldn’t land one to save my life. I struggled with self doubt. I questioned everything about my life. I questioned if God really loved me. I questioned taking twenty years off to raise my family. I questioned what I did wrong to struggle so. In the mean time, I made a special prayer request that had nothing to do with my current problems. It was just a preference. I live in Southern California. I’m an Alaskan transplant. We just sweated through one of the hottest, humid summers in Southern California. So I made a request of God. “Please Lord, give us a cold, wet winter.”
It was my secret prayer. I didn’t tell anybody. I just kept it to myself. But God used that prayer request to speak to me. Every time I struggled through the waiting time, when I felt I had hit bottom, it would rain. We desperately needed rain here in Southern California, so it wasn’t a bad thing. I would go to bed, sometimes, stressed and unsure of what to do. When I would wake up, I would hear rain falling outside my bedroom window. It seemed, every disappointment I struggled with, would be met with rain. Sometimes, it was even a rainbow.
Sitting under the cloud of lies, not believing God cared about me, He would signal to me with rain. EVERY SINGLE TIME.
So last Saturday, doubt began to creep into my mind, again. Those old thoughts of self doubt and struggle came and overwhelmed me. I decided to go to bed. Things always look better in the morning. So the next morning I woke up to…rain. It was Sunday morning. It rained on my way to church. It rained on my way home. Then, sitting in my house, awake, alert, the rain started pouring hard. I was texting a friend at the time. She said there was light rain at her house. But my house, it was raining cats and dogs. It was as if God was yelling at me through the rain, “I LOVE YOU! I HAVEN’T LEFT YOU! I HEARD YOUR PRAYERS!”
God loves His children. He never leaves us or forsakes us. At times, if we listen to the lies the enemy dishes out to us, we will feel like God has left. But that’s a lie. And God in His infinite wisdom and love will reach out to His children, and signal to us, that He is still there. It will be through something that only you and God are aware of. It will be personal that speaks directly to you. That’s how God is. He’s a personal God. He’s good. And He loves His own.
And to Southern California, you’re welcome!
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