During the time that my husband was slowly slipping into heaven, I wrecked my car three times. \u00a0Each accident was a simple fender crusher; and they were my fault. \u00a0Nevertheless, the cost of the repairs was thousands of dollars. \u00a0It was obvious that I was too distracted to drive safely. \u00a0As careful as I tried to be, it was as though every vehicle on the highway was targeting me.<\/p>\n
One morning as I sat staring at my uneaten breakfast, I started to question my heart. \u00a0During the months when I knew Frank was dying, I had not cried. \u00a0My eyes were empty of tears. \u00a0It was as though I had no tear ducts. \u00a0I knew I wasn’t in denial about the valley I saw my husband walking through. \u00a0Yet, though it was apparent that he would soon leave me, I did not cry.<\/p>\n
Quietly, I prayed, “Lord, why don’t I cry? \u00a0Frank is dying and I cannot cry. \u00a0Why is this happening?”<\/p>\n
Almost immediately, the Lord spoke to my heart, “You don’t cry. \u00a0You just wreck cars.”<\/p>\n
I started to laugh. \u00a0The tone of those words wasn’t condemning or pathetic or even sorrowful. \u00a0 The Lord was stating a fact. \u00a0“You wreck cars.”<\/p>\n
“Lord,” \u00a0I continued my prayer. \u00a0“Wouldn’t it be a lot cheaper if I merely cried? \u00a0Couldn’t you help me with that?”<\/p>\n
While I sometimes question my ability to hear from God, this was a clear word of explanation from the Lord.<\/p>\n
After my husband died, I didn’t drive for a month. \u00a0“You don’t want me to drive,” \u00a0I would explain handing my keys to another person. \u00a0“I’m not a safe driver.” \u00a0 \u00a0Noting my driving record for the past six months, people never argued with me. \u00a0They slipped behind the wheel and took control of my van without objection.<\/p>\n
Often God speaks in unexpected ways. \u00a0Too often, we don’t recognize his voice because his answers are common logical responses that don’t seem as holy as we expect God to be.<\/p>\n
The Psalmist said, “I will incline my ear to you, O Lord.” \u00a0Translated he was saying, “I am going to listen to you.”<\/p>\n
Has there been a time in your life that God spoke to you in a unique way? \u00a0How did you feel afterward?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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