When God Speaks


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Callie and Sean were rocking and talking on the front porch. Anthony had plans to spruce up the natural area in our front yard while I was gone. The kids were going to help him pick up the branches and overgrowth after he finished cutting and trimming. It all seemed like a good plan. At my urging, the kids would sit on the front porch until Anthony finished swinging the axe and the bushaxe. Just made sense to this mama…

I backed out of the driveway and waved good bye to my three favorite people. As I shifted the car into drive, my mind shifted to getting to an appointment in Raleigh on time. I turned the radio off because quiet just made sense to this mama…

I started driving the backroads that would lead me to the highway 70 Clayton bypass. 3 minutes and less than 2 miles into my quiet drive, my solitude was interrupted by a jarring message. I sensed a breath taking thought from out of the clear blue sky:

“Call Anthony and warn him about the yellow jackets.”

Totally did not make sense to this mama, but I could not pick up my phone fast enough. I hit send and he answered. Now, when I left home, his cell phone was on the kitchen counter and he was outside. I knew he was probably not going to answer, but he did to my surprise.

I said, “Babe, please be careful and watch out for yellow jackets.”

He was breathless and said, “How did you know?”

I inquired, “Know what?”

He said with a gasp, “I just got stung by several yellow jackets on my legs. I must have disturbed their nest.”

“Oh my God…are the kids okay?” I asked. Just made sense to this mama to ask about the kids first…

“Yes. It just happened. No kidding, I just walked in the front door. Callie ran and got my phone because it was ringing when I told them to run in the house. Seriously, how did you know?”

“I didn’t know. I don’t know how I knew. I just got this thought from nowhere that said to call you and tell you to watch out for yellow jackets. Are you okay?” I asked. I was so concerned about the kids, I hadn’t even asked him how he was.

“You’re serious…you just had a thought? Wow…I wish you had gotten it about 60 seconds sooner. This happened right before you called. My phone was still ringing when I ran in the front door behind the kids,” he shared.

I chuckled at his humor, but quickly went into nurse mode and told him to take some benadryl and tell Callie to get the ice packs for his stings. I stayed on the phone with him for the duration of my drive to make sure he was okay.

I was shaken, but in awe. In awe of that thought. That simple yet powerful thought. I knew I had to call Anthony and warn him. Absolutely no doubt.

Sometimes it is a thought.
Sometimes a phone call.
Sometimes a dream.
Sometimes a vision.
Sometimes a message from a stranger.
Sometimes an answer to prayer.
Sometimes the way the light bounces off the water.
Sometimes a verse or quote.
Sometimes a song.
Sometimes a piece of seaglass.
Sometimes a letter in the mail.
Sometimes a missed flight.
Sometimes a red light.
Sometimes a license plate.
Sometimes you just know and you don’t know why.

But this I do know. God still speaks to us. And when God speaks, I listen. When I can’t give a natural explanation, there has to be a supernatural explanation. That is the mystery of walking with God. The mystery of listening to the Spirit.

How do you listen to the Spirit? How do you know when God is “talking” to you? I am no theologian, but I listen by being quiet. By resting in the moment and tuning out the world. It was no accident I was craving quiet when I got into the car to drive to Raleigh. I need quiet in my life. I need to shut my mouth and be still. Be open to hear what the Helper, the Holy Spirit, wants to say to me.

I don’t hear from God everyday in an almost audible voice. But, I see Him every day in creation. When I look at my kids. When I think about the love story I get to live everyday within the boundaries of marriage. When I get to talk with a soul sister who loves me. It just doesn’t make sense to think that all of these gifts could come from any other source.

Open your eyes. Open your hands. Open your ears. Breathe deeply. And be ready to receive. Always be ready, be expectant. This is the mystery. Don’t try to understand it. Respect it and trust that God knows best. Even if the phone call is 60 seconds “too late”.

“But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all that I said to you.” John 14:26










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  1. What a great story, Lizzie. I love those God moments that are undeniably Him. So glad you shared.

  2. Ah, Lizzie! Love this and I love how personal our God is!!! (sorry Anthony got hurt though!). So if a theologian is one who engages in the study of God, you most certainly qualify. Love you!!!

  3. so amazing friend! Love, Traci Michele

  4. Lizzie,
    I know God speaks and I love to listen! He gifts us often and we need to learn to be better listeners. Being quiet is the key! Thank you for the reminder,
    Much love and God Bless

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