Yesterday was a busy day; running errands, having lunch with a friend, shopping, and planting more flowers to enhance the new retainer wall I had built. Everyone knows how I love to play in the dirt so when the sun settled a little and the heat died down I grabbed the shovel, black dirt, and 2 Mum plants and 3 Corn Flower plants and got to work. When finished I poured corn in the deer’s “dinner plate” and enjoyed watching 2 does come for dinner.
I was tired and after a nice long bath I crocheted for a while, watched a little T.V. and went to bed about midnight after reading some blogs. I think I fell asleep in the middle of praying, but I’m not sure about that.
Sound asleep, I have no idea what time it is when I’m hearing, in a loud voice, “What kind of God would…?” Things are named one after another. It isn’t a dream, it isn’t someone standing next to my bed shouting at me. I can’t figure out where this is coming from while still in the sleep state.
“What kind of God would…?” and more is shouted in my head. Is this demonic? Is this a dream? What is this? I finally awaken and the words, the situations, the circumstances are still loudly being spoken. “What kind of God would allow…?”
I slam my hands over my ears, get up to go to the bathroom and yell, “Stop!” but the voice continues persistently. Crawling back in bed, its 5:15 in the morning, I slam the pillow over my ears to try to stop the voice.
It doesn’t work!
Getting up, I pace the floor for a few minutes and find myself heading into my office to the computer. Come on! I like to write but this is going too far! The dialog does not stop. Is this a new book the Lord is wanting to write? Is this some kind of testimony I’m supposed to give at church? The words whiz across the screen as my fingers furiously tap the keys.
“What kind of God would…?” is repeated over and over throughout. Four pages of “What kind of God would..?” comes to a climatic finale and I sit with tear blurred eyes not knowing what the Lord will use this for.
I do like to write – so come on back.