In our bible study group, we've been reading Bill Hybels The Power of a Whisper.
I am one of those people who a few years ago would never have thought about going to church every week. I would have much rather visited the church of the holy bed pillow. My faith was there, but it was a bit well, waffle-y. We might have gone to church on Easter and Christmas and while I could say the Apostle's Creed by rote(don't ask me what it meant.). And I never would have gone to a weekly bible study. And I have to be honest, I thought Christians were a bit... Christian-y.
My husband and I have both had a huge shift in the last two years and have really found huge blessings in a deeper faith. I love that my kids LOVE their bible classes and are excited to go (Considering my parents had to drag us into ours as kids.). We love our church and are excited to go every week ourselves. There is something about knowing that God is on your side that makes those hard times a bit less.. hard.
In the past, if something happened that seemed a bit out of place or oddly helpful, instead of divinity, I would have chalked it up to "Wow, what a weird coincidence! What are the chances???"
I would never have thought it was a divine whisper...
Like the time I was going to have my gallbladder out. I just wasn't feeling good about the surgeon.I prayed on it, asking for some kind of answer.... two days before my surgery I ran into the wife of an old friend I hadn't seen in over 10 years. She asked what was going on and our conversation came around to my surgery. When she asked me who was doing it and I told her, she immediately told me I shouldn't use him and all of the problems she had had with him and afterwards.. for the same surgery.
I immediately cancelled and found another doctor, and everything went fine.
Odd? What are the chances?
Or the time I was doing a yard sale at my mom's house. The neighbor came over and told me about her daughter being abused by her husband and how they didn't have any money for the legal issues and her daughter was so depressed she had a hard time functioning, so they were going to try to sell some of her grandson's baby clothes in the sale for extra money.
I felt bad I couldn't help.
A few hours later, a young woman came through with a little boy. We were haggling prices and she wanted a dish set I had. We settled on a price and she went out to her car to get her last few dimes.
I knew she was out of money, but a sudden thought came to my head. I said to her "The lady next door has some clothing about your son's size, I don't know if you would be interested?"
She ended up staying next door for over two hours.
It turned out she was a battered wife who had left her husband. She had lived in a shelter for a while and put herself through school to be a legal aide and she now worked with abused women.
She offered to take the daughter on Monday for the proper paperwork and give her free legal services.
I think not.
I find with each little whisper, my faith grows stronger. It seems to happen more and more as I start to pay attention, turning off the TV, shutting out the noise of every day and just listening. Paying attention to those gut feelings and following through with the "I should's. And then looking back at those times when I wish I had listened because those "I should's" became "I should have's".
The power of a whisper amazes me.