Hearing His Voice

You ever been around people that just brag about their adventure and you just want to experience it for yourself? Well, this was me and the year 2015 was definitely an experience to remember. For a couple of years (at least it felt that way) I was desiring to have another type of experience with God. I read about him, sung about him , prayed to him , and felt I needed more. I wanted to hear his voice . I knew God had different ways of getting my attention but I wanted to hear him for myself.
I prayed and prayed ..nothing happened. I turned off all of my distractions..nothing happened. I even went on a complete fast ..and NOTHING HAPPENED! That season was very frustrating ! It’s like calling a restaurant to make an order and no one is picking up the phone so you’re questioning if you even have the right number, lol. I talked with my aunt and her response was to keep waiting . So one fun fact about me is that I’m an introvert ( I wouldn’t say I’m quiet 100% )but my mind stays busy like NYC traffic, which I guess made it hard to hear God.
One day in January 2015, the weather was at its coldest and living in the south with snow was the motivation I needed to stay in from work. I had my t.v off , just finished a meal , and started washing dishes. As I washed the dishes in complete silence it was at that moment I heard his voice. I always imagined I would hear a loud , thunder, manly voice and I’m glad that didn’t happen because I probably would of ran out of my apartment,lol.
The best way I could describe how he sounded to me is similar to my thoughts. A confident, strong sounding thought if that make any sense. If you could imagine hearing your parents speak to you but in your voice , that’s what it was . I knew it was him because I know how I think and talk. He said ” hello daughter , it’s great to hear from you .” My eyes stretched and I felt overwhelmed with joy. The experience I waited so long for finally came and the anticipation was worth every minute. 

The Perfect Potluck

If I don’t remember anything else from my first job after college , it is potluck dinners! We had potlucks for birthday’s, people leaving, holidays, you name it and there was a list of what everyone was bringing.

Usually people would bring a different dish to the table and it complimented the other dishes. For instance , if someone brought chicken another person had vegetables and together the food fulfilled its purpose. Since everyone would bring something different there was no room for comparison but the goal to serve each other.

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Imagine the food brought to the potluck as God-given gifts instead. Everyone’s gifts are prepared to serve others not just themselves. Could you imagine everyone bringing the same type of food to a potluck? How boring would that be?! I guess God thought the same thing and made certain that we each have unique gifts. One thing I’ve noticed at potlucks , sometimes two people would bring the same dish but the tastes were different based on how they were prepared. I’m learning it’s similar to answering your call in life. Your calling can look exactly like someone else’s , which makes it easy to compare because you already know what the result should look like. However, God prepares us differently and it ends up being hard to compare yourself.

In the perfect potluck , God has blessed you with gifts that compliment another’s gift. You’re being prepared in a different way compared to your Facebook friend so you can’t compare the process. In the perfect potluck, you’re there to serve and fulfill his purpose.