Do you ever have a little voice in your head that guides you? Maybe I'm completely insane (which is totally possible), but throughout my life at random times I hear a voice. I choose to believe that it is God's voice. Now - do I literally hear something? Not really, it is more like a feeling...a nudging...and most of the time I have no clue why I'm experiencing this. Am I losing you? Ok - time for an example: Tonight I was planning on heading to Wal-Mart after Max left to spend the night with his dad. Well, Gil was late and it ended up being close to 7 p.m. before I could leave for Wal-Mart - I was ready to go, had my shoes on...when I just had this feeling that I shouldn't go. Why? I have no idea - but when I get this feeling I just always try to follow it, I mean, why chance it:)
Anyway - this is just one of many times that I've heard this voice, or had this feeling, whatever you want to call it. Sometimes it tells me to go a certain way home, or to get out my Bible and just read - it's always different. Does anyone else ever experience this - or am I crazy?
For Christmas I got my brother Clay a devotional book - and it was laying here beside me in the living room so I decided to look up "voice of God" in the index. I found it, and the verse that goes with the devotional for that day is this:
He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being taught. Isaiah 50:4
I think this appeals to me because I'm a teacher...just the thought of God getting my attention to "teach" me something, in the same way I try to get the kid's attention at school when I am teaching. And when I'm teaching I want them to really "listen..." And I'm sure God feels the same way, He wants me to stop, listen to His voice, and obey (Just the way I feel with the kids at school). So I am going to make a concerted effort to always obey when He speaks to me...I mean, who really wants to ignore God anyway:)!!
Last night I went to eat at the "new" Iron Kettle with my whole family - the food was great and we had a really good time with each other:) We came home and played Jenga...which Max calls "Jingle Bells." He cracks me up - he kept saying "Mom, you have to be really calm and careful when you play Jingle Bells!" He's only heard that a time or two:)
Tonight before Max left I took a few pictures of him posing like a silly man - I thought he looked so cute in his navy and orange vest!!
This past week we went to ND to watch Uncle Clay coach the freshmen team - and Max had to pose for some pictures in his "Cougar" shirt - hey, we had to support Uncle Clay:)!!