So, I decided to start blogging again a few weeks back. I never like to start anything without seeing it through. So my goal is to put out a post once a week to get back in the swing of sharing my story and thoughts online. Blogging was, is, and will likely be a passion of mine until they tell me it’s really not a thing any more.
So last post was about me getting back into the habit of blogging. I posted about butter in my coffee. Well that was a fun topic, that actually got a call from the folks over at Bulletproof. Man there customer service, branding and marketing is off the charts good. So this post is about something totally different. This post is about getting quiet and listening for God’s promptings.
I spend nearly every Wednesday morning from 7-8:30AM at the Iron Bell Farm. The Iron Bell Ministries hosts a weekly worship morning from 7-11AM. It’s a quaint little farm in eastern Jefferson county, with a beautiful old restored barn. Hundreds of people from around the city of Louisville show up to quietly worship, meditate on God’s word and talk to their father. They seek counsel from the Holy Spirit, pray for one another and truly grow deeper in their walk.
Most Wednesday’s I enjoy the quiet time, study God’s word and pray/listen to the Holy Spirit’s leading. Well, as I carve out more time to commune with my father, I see him working more and more in my life.
I’ve not had many times or moments when I just felt like God spoke to me. It happened one time when praying with my friend and co-worker Joel Gerdis, and Ben Woodward. Ben teaches adoration prayer workshops, that I would highly recommend. Joel challenges me to grow in my faith more than anyone I’ve encountered in my Christian walk. The second most notable time happened this past Wednesday. I’ll recount the experience below.
As I was praying for my wife and children and a few friends and their specific needs, I refocused back to my own health and the plans God had for it. As I’ve worked to overcome dystonia from a whiplash accident and a Lyme disease infection over the past 4-5 years, I have never given up hope that God would restore me. I may go months and years without the evidence, but I keep the hope alive. It’s not always pretty, and it’s not always joyful, but I typically bounce back to a hopeful perspective whenever I feel as though I’m still in the pit. I don’t see the point in any other option.
As I paused to ask God what he wanted to share with me, the spirit whispered that the ground is level at the foot of the cross. That was the thought that popped into my mind. When I close my eyes (any and every time) during the last 5 years, I immediately feel imbalanced. I’ll feel like I’m flipping over my right shoulder and bobbing and weaving like I’m on a ship. This isn’t something you ever get used to. Trust me. The point of my explanation is that you never feel LEVEL. You never feel still. You never feel peace. You always feel movement much like a Parkinson patient, the more still I get the more movement I feel.
So God takes this feeling and points me toward the thought of being level. I would embrace the chance to feel level and balanced again. Sometimes I think it would be amazing to have one day to live this way if there were a temporary trick to give me a still level feeling for one day.
Anyway, I tried to focus on the concept of level ground, and that the ground is level at the foot of the cross. As I opened my eyes, I sometimes ask the Holy Sprit to lead me somewhere in scripture to further explain what he meant by this whisper. Many times I’ll open my bible up randomly and see if anything adds meaning to what I’m already meditating on. Many times I get nothing, but then there was Wednesday.
Wednesday I grabbed my NIV bible and flipped it open randomly. I turned to Luke chapter 6 with a heading titled Blessings and Woes. I started to read the first line …..
He went down with them and stood on a level place.
I snapped back in my seat and the tears started to roll. First just because he took me to a place where Jesus was taking people down to a level place. How cool was that!
But I knew there was more. As I read on, this chapter talks about people coming to Jesus with all types of ailments and he healed them all. These people had come to be healed of their diseases and Jesus obliged.
These little whispers to me, that yes you will be healed, and even yes you are healed, are what keep growing me from faith to faith.
I was able to share this story with my wife, children and even some folks at the Iron Bell. I watched as that little story built their faith.
It made me think back to the other occasion I mentioned above with Joel and Ben. After hearing a clear word from God and getting confirmation from those guys, I shared almost in disbelief with them.
Of course they shared with me (very matter of fact) that God wants to talk to his people. Oh yeah. I forgot.