I thought I could, through ample complaints and tears, pull God to my way of thinking. It wasn’t working. Instead, in the relative silence around me I heard, in my spirit, a voice speak so distinctly that I turned to see if it had been my dad in the kitchen two rooms away. This Voice did not speak words of comfort and reassurance, though I found comfort and reassurance in them. It did not speak an answer to my problem, though it was my answer for what to do right in that moment.
Do you struggle with feeling that you aren't doing what you are supposed to be doing unless you are running full tilt? Me too! But I recently learned a few things about myself and the Lord during a time when He told me to stop running for a minute and let Him work.
