Sometimes this blog has been a struggle for me, because I straddle two completely – seemingingly – divergent worlds with it, which means my audience is made of two divergent streams of people. I am, first and foremost, a charismatic believer in Jesus – that’s right, charismatic as in tongues-speaking, worshipping with those maligned, “Jesus is my boyfriend” songs that everyone hates, hearing the voice of God and demon-casting-out believer. On the other hand, I’m not a Biblical inerrantist, I believe in theistic evolution, etc.
All that said, here’s a piece I wrote that was just printed over in House to House magazine, about hearing God’s voice.
February 23, 2014 at 9:49 am
I really liked what you said about listening to God in the ordinary things. When I was going through a really difficult phase of my life, I asked God to show me where to park the car. Every time I did the school run, for several months, the Holy Spirit prompted me to know where there was a space. It sounds ridiculous, but it was one less thing to have to worry about during all the distress and horribleness. I love the fact that God didn’t have to do this for me. It’s a parking space, after all. But He knew that it made all the horrible stuff that little bit easier. And He knew that it was a way of reassuring me that throughout the storm, He was there – and He was in charge, even though it was awful.