While Pastor Ryan is on vacation this summer, he has turned his blog over to four CrossPointers. This week, Kimberly Bingham takes over. Kimberly and her husband, David, have two beautiful daughters, Bella and Maggie Ellen. Kimberly counsels young women at a rehab center 3 nights a week and leads the Glory Girls on Wednesday nights at CrossPoint.
Well, the simple answer to that is “Yes, absolutely, 100% yes.”
God speaks to each of us. The real question is “do we stop and Listen to what He is saying to us?” Just like our customized plan that God has for each of us, God speaks to each of His children in a different way.
There are many ways that God speaks.
Sometimes, His majestic mountains might speak to our hearts. Or through a beautiful spring rain that leads to a rainbow. Maybe it is the homeless man asking for a dollar that gives you that little pull in your heart. Many times it is through His word. He gives us both scripture and each other.
I have always been skeptical when I hear someone say “God told me…” I always want to say “Really, how can you be sure? Did He yell that out to you? Did you hear Him audibly?” The answer most times is “no.”
I think many times we put God away in a little box and pretend that the same God that raised Lazarus from the dead, walked on water, and turned water into wine doesn’t exist anymore. That is such a lie from Satan.
He exists now just as he did in the past, and just as he will in the future. We pretend as if the day that Jesus stopped walking as a human on earth, that the miracles just stopped, which is another big lie.
God doesn’t need us—He wants us. He wants two-way communication with us, His children.
He knows all; so why don’t we take the time to ask Him?
He is in every detail; so no discussion is trivial with God.
I was at a prayer group and there was a man there that I had never met before. He shared a very stressful prayer request. I opened my Bible and had decided that when the group was leaving that I would give him Psalm 91. I opened my Bible to Psalm 91 so that I would have it ready and He immediately without knowing my thoughts or that my Bible was open to the specific scripture, shared that on Thursday his wife gave him a very special scripture – Psalm 91. I was amazed and just told him right then and there that I had marked my Bible to give him Psalm 91. Many would chalk that up and consider it coincidence.
THAT IS OUR FATHER MAKING SURE THAT THIS SWEET MAN COULD CLING TO GOD’S WORD SO THAT HE COULD CLAIM THAT PARTICULAR VERSE. GOD WANTS TO USE THAT IN HIS LIFE.
I didn’t know this man at all, but God does, and God knew that he needed that verse.
This is just one way that God speaks.
When I pray to God, I ask him to please speak very clearly to me so that there is no misunderstanding. He is faithful in revealing Himself in extremely clear ways.
When I became pregnant with my 5 year old, the fertility clinic called and said “you’re pregnant, but your progesterone level is a 2. This is bad, as it should be around 22 at this stage in the pregnancy to sustain the baby.” This happened on a Friday afternoon and they gave little hope and explained that without a doubt that I was on my way to my 3rd miscarriage. It was more than I thought I could bear, and fear began to overwhelm me. I prayed for God’s peace in that desperate moment. I prayed that He would show me His control and that everything was going to be ok one way or another.
I was sitting in my home office which was later to become the nursery in Nashville, TN. It was a cold fall day, and the brightest bluebird that I had ever seen tapped on the office window. I didn’t think too much about it. I since have learned that bluebirds are not out very often in cold weather, and I had never seen a bluebird around our Nashville home. But the next morning, this same bluebird kept tapping on the window. I would go in and acknowledge that I heard it and it would fly away. I told my Christian mother about my returning bluebird and she thought that perhaps my emotions were running a bit high and that it was probably a coincidence.
She came for a visit and the bluebird did not fail to miss a morning. That bluebird came in rain, in sleet, and in snow. Nine months passed and the office was now a nursery. The bluebird had not missed a morning. I went to the hospital to have Bella, and when we brought her home, I never saw the bluebird in Nashville again. I found peace in that bluebird in the midst of some fearful times.
The story gets better. We moved to Atlanta, and to my knowledge, I never saw a bluebird for the next 4 years. No bluebirds.
We moved to Birmingham, and I became unexpectedly blessed with another pregnancy, but, once again, fear set in, and I was overwhelmed. I again fell on my face before Jesus and prayed for peace and rest from fear. It was a February day in 2007, and David and I were standing in what would be the dining room of the house that we were having built. It was so cold, and as we looked out of what would become the dining room window a bluebird flew right towards us.
As I wept over a bluebird, I found God’s promise for me – His peace for me.
It might not be a bluebird, but God speaks differently to each of us. If you are willing to listen to Him, He will tell you some amazing things and provide you with love and peace like none other.
For me the bluebird was not a coincidence, even though some skeptics would call it that.
That little bluebird sent from God helped me hear His voice of peace at the exact moment that I needed to hear it.
I get so excited with the anticipation of what He wants to tell me next.
We do not serve some far away God that sits on a throne where He cannot be reached and cannot hear us. We serve a God that adores us. One that made us for His glory. One that loves to talk to us and hear us. He loves miracles, and He knows all things and understands every fiber of our being. He is alive, in your heart and all around you at every second of every moment of every single day! It is my prayer for each of you that God is so tangible in your life that the little bluebirds never become coincidences!