Word (from your Father, as opposed to “to your mother”).  a dumb little joke

Ever just want a WORD?

Like . . . I don’t know . . . to the questions about what to do with your life. Or, you know you’re missing some detail that would make it all come together but you need God to tell you what that detail is, exactly.  Or, you don’t know how to manage your uncontrollable frizz and you know HE knows what product(s) would work best but when you go to the store, they all say they’ll deliver, and He’s not budging on what one is telling the truth.  A Word.

Oh, I’m always looking for a Word.  I’m so desperately confused most of the time, and when I finally think I have things a bit more figured out, something else pops into the picture that seems to jumble it all up again.  And like my hair, my soul gets frizzed out.  Something.  Anything.  Just throw me a bone–or a Word–God.  HELLOOOOOOOO?

So, I posture myself for prayer and get out my Bible, my journal, a highlighter and my favorite pen.  Then I set about listening.  Then I wait.  I confess so my sin doesn’t obscure the Speaker.  I put my to-do list aside again and wait some more.  Then a verse comes to mind.  I go there; it doesn’t exist.  Another verse; some obscure passage about caves.  Where’s a prophet when I need one?

Listening is so hard.  Discernment is absolutely tricky.

I remember being in Bible school in Tulsa, Oklahoma when we had a guest lecturer on the topic of spiritual gifts.  This gentleman happened to be known for his gifts of wisdom and prophetic words.  At the end of the class period, he opened up the front of the room for a time of prayer and prophetic ministry.  Being open to whatever form of communication God might want to employ, I decided to walk up front to get a “Word”, after all, I wanted some greater sense of direction.  As I was about to step out, I felt the Holy Spirit impress upon my spirit that I didn’t need a man to interpret God’s voice for me for I already knew His voice.  If I would listen for God myself, I would get the answers I was looking for.

Discernment is tricky because we never really know if it’s God we’re hearing or if it’s something of ourselves.  Do we trust ourselves enough to know if we’ve heard correctly?  Most of us don’t.  But here’s the thing.  It’s not about us.  I don’t have to trust myself.  I have to trust God.  Do I trust Him enough that if He really wants me to hear him He’ll use any means necessary and there’ll also be no confusion?  Do I trust Him that He’ll make his Word known without any causation for doubt?

That day, in that classroom, I got my Word.  It might not have been the one I was hoping for, but He did not disappoint for even all these years later, I draw strength from His message to me.  And to this day, I’m sure of it–no confusion, frustration, doubt, nothing.  He arrested my attention and said exactly what He wanted and exactly what I needed.

So, I guess all my vacillating comes down to trust.  Do I trust that God will speak to me so clearly again?  Do I trust that He will make his voice heard above all the other noise in my life?  Do I trust that He knows what it takes to get my attention and be confident in what He says?

God, help me to trust you more so that I may truly hear and know your Word.  Amen.


3 Responses to “Word”
  1. Judy says:

    Yes and amen….

  2. Amanda O'Tremba Oster says:


    I love you! I've been thinking about you this past week and hope all is well. Thank you for faithfully reading my blog; you bless me!


  3. Judy says:

    Well, to tell you the truth, your blog and you are a huge blessing!

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