Signposts – Part II

Signposts – Part II

Okay, now things get interesting.

Yes, I experienced a genuine healing from a medical condition never known to resolve (Writer’s Cramp). Talk about a sign. But, instead of acting on my pastor’s words, I stalled. Why? Because I failed to see myself as a writer. And more importantly, I didn’t have any vision for what God wanted me to write.

Consider these words from Oswald Chambers: (paraphrased, July 6th entry)

         We always have visions, before a thing is made real. Although the vision is real, it’s not real in you. The vision isn’t a castle in the air, but a vision of what God wants you to be. 

          God gives you the vision and then takes you down in the valley to batter you into the shape of the vision. He puts you through fires and floods to get you to the place where He can trust you with the veritable reality. Over and over again, you might try to escape from His hand. In the valley, many faint and give way. But every vision will be made real, if you have patience. Think of the enormous leisure of God.

         Don’t lose heart in the process. If you’ve ever had a vision from God, you may try as you like to be satisfied on a lower level, but God will never let you.

During those years of stalling, some interesting signposts popped up along the way. God began pointing to my design, as He geared up to impart vision.Continue reading

God Speaks Through “Place”

God Speaks Through “Place”

My friend wrote about driving past a certain side road on his way home from the beach. A powerful feeling emerged. That particular road held strong emotional history for him. Still, he went on his way. What kept him from turning down that memory-laden lane?

The Beatles wrote about relationship with “places.”

“There are places I remember all my life, though some have changed.

Some forever not for better; some have gone, and some remain.

All these places have their moments, of lovers and friends I still can recall.

Some are dead and some are living. In my life I loved them all.”

It’s natural to associate memories with exact spots of real estate, but more importantly, God can speak through place.

The golden days of my childhood are largely contained in a place called Crayhaven—a cluster of cabins by the deep blue waters of the French River, in the northern woods of Ontario. Much of my early spiritual history happened in those scenes—whether swimming off the dock, or venturing into the stillness of mossy-carpeted woods, or warming my legs in front of a crackling fire.

My grandfather built the first cabin in 1938, and my grandmother christened it by writing a short poem called, “The Crayhaven Creed”…

            Here is a place to rest, a time for relaxation.

            Here Nature’s at her best, releasing you from frustration.

            Here’s a place for laughter, a place where friend meets friend.

            Discord must not enter, nor wills be made to bend.

            Here God’s love surrounds us. Let’s listen to His will.

            Not always in loud voices, but by sometimes being still.

With gentle words, she urged me to listen for God—and her invitation took. Over the years, I whispered many things to God in that place. And He whispered back.Continue reading

Noticing the Overlooked

Noticing the Overlooked

“Is it odd, or is it God?”

My husband coined that phrase in the early stages of learning to hear God’s voice. For instance, he frequently came across the number 333 in his everyday world. Eventually he considered searching it out in Scripture and landed on Jeremiah 33:3

“Call to Me and I will answer you, and I will tell you great and mighty things, which you do not know.” 

It wasn’t odd. It was God!

A question follows—was this just a message for Jeremiah, for his situation, in his time? Or is the Bible a living book? Does the Holy Spirit use the ancient text to bring the same invitation to us? I believe it was for then and for now. Here’s another example.

Many years ago, I felt unloved as a wife. Our marriage hit rock bottom in the mid- 80’s, and I turned to God in my desperation. One day, while reading Song of Solomon, I came across these words:

“I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me.” Song of Solomon 7:10

I can still recall the ache inside my chest as I read that sentence. My marriage remained broken for a number of years. Yet, in that moment, I also felt a stirring in my spirit. Continue reading