God's Voice




	WRITE 2 THE HEART Stories that are aimed "Write 2 the Heart" January 21, 2003 Cheryl Speir, Editor, moderator@write2theheart.com ----------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to your latest issue of "Write 2 the Heart" You are receiving this newsletter because you requested a subscription or a friend generously forwarded their copy to you. To subscribe send a blank e-mail to subscribe@write2theheart.com. ------------------------------------------------------------ Do you recognize God's voice? Are you faithful to do what He whispers in your ear? To willingly obey is to live without regrets. ------------------------------------------------------------ God's Voice By Betty King ------------------------------------------------------------ Sometimes you just know its Gods voice. You hear that whisper in your ear and you know. It's firm and distinct. I often wish God would have a seat beside me on the side of the bed so we could discuss some issues. I would like to see Him come in my front door and sit down on the couch and converse for awhile. Other times I just wish he would curl up in a comfortable spot in my family room for a gab session. Perhaps it would even be neat to serve Him lunch out on the patio and us just shoot the breeze for a bit. I long to hear His voice. I know He talks to me in the Bible, but I want a real live voice. Oh, I've heard Him several times. It seems it's always at His convenience. I can't get Him to talk to me on demand. It is always at His time, His place, about what He wants to say. His voice comes to me more like an instruction than a conversation. The other day I rode with my husband down to the Heavenly Ham Store. My son owns three in the valley. My husband helps him. We pulled in the drive and Bill drove around to the back of the store. He had some supplies to deliver. "We've had a homeless couple living out back here behind the strip mall," Bill said. "You have a homeless couple?" "Yes, he lost his job and couldn't pay the rent on their home I suppose. They have been living in their truck. She finally got a job there at the Dollar Store and he got on at Walgreen's." "They've been living in their truck?" "Yes. I was out back yesterday; I saw the lady crying and when I talked with the man he said someone had complained. The police officers had come and told them they had to move on." "Where did they go?" "I don't know. He said they had been watching the back of the stores at night and had reported to the police a suspicious looking car slowly driving by. They had informed all the stores of their plight and said they would keep a watch out at night for us. The police had to advise them to move on, though they too felt compassion." We pulled up to the back door and Bill went in with the items he had brought. I remained in the car pondering what circumstances could have occurred to cause the misfortune of the couple my husband had been telling me about. How had they bathed and what facilities had they used? What would I do if suddenly I found myself in such dire circumstances? What could I do to help? But they were gone now, weren't they? Bill had said she worked at the Dollar Store and him at Walgreen's. Maybe there is something I could do. About that time, one of the employees came out of the store and stood there talking to me. "We had a homeless couple living out of their truck out here for awhile." she said. "Yes that's what Bill was telling me." It seemed that everyone was concerned but didn't know how to help. They had offered to let them come in and wash up in the bathroom but they said they had water in the truck. Bill had given him a few dollars one day and had told them to come in when they were hungry and he'd fix them a sandwich. They took him up on his offer only once. While the employee and I stood there talking the misfortunate fellow came up. The employee asked if they had found a place to stay yet. "No, we've been looking all day. We went to the churches all around here and they wanted too help us, but couldn't," he said. You have to have a tent or a camper to stay in the camping facilities." They had neither. "Give them your tithe money, Betty." There He was as clear as a bell! I heard him. He was right there in the car beside me. He whispered right in my ear; loud and clear, I heard Him. There was no denying that voice. Yes it was God. I've heard it before. I didn't see him, I never do. But I know that voice when I hear it. I know not to ignore it either. When He speaks, he doesn't mean maybe, perhaps or later - He means do it and do it now. "Feed the hungry. Take care of the homeless. Do unto the least of these my brother. You may be entertaining angels unaware. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." Some things you don't forget when you have heard them. I reached in my purse; I did as I was instructed. "Here take this." I handed the man not what was mine to give, but what was the Lords. "No you don't need to do that," the fellow said as I handed him the folded bills. "Yes, that is God's money; take it." How does one refuse God's money? "Thank you," he said. It has been a week or so now since God spoke to me there that day behind the Heavenly Ham Store. Bill said they are both still working. He saw the man the other day; he looked nice and clean sporting a shirt and tie. He said someone had given them a camper for their truck. God is still walking about, talking and giving out instructions. He's still taking care of His own. It always makes one feel good to give back to God what is His. No God has not knocked at my front door or walked into my family room lately to sit down for a chat. But He did whisper in my ear behind the Heavenly Ham Store and instructed me to give back what was His. Betty King baking2 @ charter.net (You are encouraged to write to the authors to let them know what you think of their story, just remember to remove the space before and after the @ symbol. The space is placed in the address to protect our writers from viruses and email harvesting programs. Have a comment on today's story? Send it to: moderator@write2theheart.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Betty and her husband Bill lived in Phoenix AZ. for a couple of years. They have now moved back to their home in Illinois. She has lived with MS over 36 years but credits God for the power that sustains her. She has written a book entitled 'It Takes Two Mountains to Make a Valley'. It is a book filled with humorous and inspirational real life stories of one woman's every day walk with Multiple Sclerosis and her mountaintop discoveries. Read more about her book at: www.betty.newsmoose.com -------------------------------------------------------------- Alison Peters is starting an online Christian writers' club, Arise 'n' Shine, with the idea of brain-storming and critiquing each other's work periodically. You may want to consider joining if you are looking on feedback about your writing. To find out more and to receive the club's mission statement send email to <arisenshine3 @ cs.com> -------------------------------------------------------------- Letters From Our Readers -------------------------------------------------------------- Pamela is indeed a Good Samaritan. She recognized a lonely old man and gave him what he needed, an audience. Maybe this will be a fresh start for him in the clinic. I hope so. Joyce --------------------------------------------------------------- Military Prayer Reminder As you read over this list of names, please pray for these young people and their families: Chris Speir, Tim Speir, Jason, and Howard. If you have loved ones in the military, or who are being called to go overseas, send their names (first and last or first only) to be included in our prayer reminder. --------------------------------------------------------------- Cheryl's Corner While grocery shopping last week, I found the store had over ordered bananas. I bought a big case for two dollars. After I brought them home, I dusted off my old food dehydrator, began slicing and then placed them on trays. Funny how ten bananas can fit in a sandwich bag when done like that. Tim thought he was going to be able to take some of the chips back to college with him, only his dad got to them first and took them to work. Another good example of the early bird getting the good stuff. God Bless, Cheryl ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------- © 2002 Write 2 the Heart Nothing may be reproduced or published without the written permission of the individual author or copyright owner. All rights belong to the authors.