It’s one of life’s most treasured of experiences; to encounter God and to hear Him speak. That He would take a moment out of eternity to draw me close – a loving father and His beloved child, is extraordinary.
I’m a self-confessed workaholic; mother of 2 boys, co-owner of a successful advertising agency; Blue Box Media and editor of MumDaily.com.au & MomDaily.net. I don’t need to set an alarm in the morning because my boys bounce into our bed like clockwork at 5am and from that moment until they rest their little heads at night, I am literally NEVER alone.
So, to find a quiet moment to read my Bible and reflect is all but impossible. I find myself listening to the Bible on CD in my car on the way to play dates and appointments while the kids are entertained in the back seat.
I yearn to encounter God in a significant, personal way. So, I decided to ask God to give me a vision. Something to let me know He was still there, amongst all the noise and chaos around me.
That night, I closed my eyes and suddenly I was transported over a large, beautiful city. Looking down, it was golden and bright and… then my phone vibrated (in real life) to alert me that a text had just arrived. Staring at the scene before me I… just… couldn’t… resist. After all, I am a self-confessed workaholic.
‘Just a minute, God. I’ll be right with you.’ I muttered as I grabbed my phone. I don’t even remember what the text was about but I heard a gentle, kind, patient voice… almost a whisper say: ‘I have so much to show you… but you’re not ready yet.’
It was unmistakeably God’s voice. How do I know? Because had it been my own inner voice, it would have had more of an annoyed, frustrated tone: ‘For goodness’ sake, can’t you leave your phone alone for 5 minutes and just concentrate? I’m trying to show you the secrets of the Universe over here and you’re not paying attention!’
But this voice was distinctly different to my own. It was the voice of someone who had all the time in the world. Who knew all along what I was capable of but wanted me to learn for myself. And despite my poor effort, He still spoke with such affection and kindness, like a father gathering his little one into his arms after a tumble. His warmth lingered long after the vision disappeared.
I haven’t asked God for another vision, yet. Determined to get my attitude right before making another request. Wanting to give it the reverence it deserves. But looking forward to hearing His voice again. This time, I’ll turn my phone off first.
By Annette Spurr | Writer/Blogger | Website