God talks to us in different ways. Not everyone will have the burning bush experience. However, it is (in my opinion) less about the vehicle/vessel and more about our posture. If Moses wasn’t in the right heart space, he would have either run the other way out of fear, or called everyone he could find to make a spectacle of the bush so he could trend.
I ask God to speak to me all the time! My preference would be something like a burning bush because let’s be real that’s as premium viral content as it gets. But Christianity is not showmanship. Jesus said blessed are those who have not seen and have believed |John 20:29|. The miracle of his resurrection was an expression of the Father’s love not to prove his existence.
If my convictions are built on the foundation of His word, and my faith is in Him, why should my reverence or obedience be tethered to a burning bush? If He speaks to me with lightning and bellowing winds, is that truer than if he speaks to me with the woosh of dancing leaves? Is God speaking to me through a prophet who serves a gourmet platter of His word, quoting scripture verbatim more powerful than Him speaking to me through a child with limited verbiage? While the former commands respect, the latter is also likely to stop me in my tracks because it could very well be the simple words of the child that breaks open the dam, blessing me with the confirmation I had prayed for. What is to say God cannot speak to me using the art of a tatted, pierced dude, much in the same way He would the dissertation of a strait-laced, buttoned up student?
The real question is, am I postured for when God speaks? And when he speaks, am I ready to run with it?
I totally trailed off there. I only meant to remind you of Psalm 91. But it seems our Heavenly Father also wanted to remind you that He isn’t cookie cutter. You will find Him in the grand and simple, routine, and extraordinary. A sure-fire way to know His voice, is to know his word, but also, look up! He is everywhere.
I pray that my God blesses you with a voracious desire for Him. May He sharpen your ears to hear his voice in the bustle of the day, and in the quietness of the night. May He bless you with the discernment to know what is of and from Him. May you also abound in grace for the week ahead.
There is a lot in the news to wind us up with fear. A lot in the world is uncertain, but you can be certain that our God reigns. Make Psalm 91 yours. Personalize it. Declare it. Boldly believe. I will be doing the same.
Let me start you off…
I live in the shelter of the Most High and find rest in the shelter of the Almighty.
The Lord alone is my refuge, my place of safety; He is my God and I trust Him.
He will rescue me from every trap and protect me from deadly disease.
He will cover me with his feathers.
He will shelter me with his wings.
His faithful promises are my armor and protection.
I will not be afraid of the terrors of the night nor the arrow that lies in the day.
I will not dread the disease that stalks in darkness nor the disaster that strikes at midday.
Though a thousand fall at my side, though ten thousand are dying around me, these evils will not touch me
No evil will conquer me, no plague will come near my home.
For he will order his angels to protect me wherever I go…
Happy Monyaaaay!
Xo, Mel.
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