… that when you don’t quite get a message, God brings out his sledgehammer?
I haven’t been to our home church in a while either because of lack of sleep, having an allergic reaction to a medication or actually being able to sleep. I knew that I was supposed to be there this morning, so I went even though I wanted to sleep in more. At one point in the service, our pastor tells us of words, pictures, feelings, etc. that people got while praying before the service. Yes, God, I know that I’m dizzy and I need to forgive myself. But most importantly, I knew that I was that rose in the centre of those dark brambles and bushes being eaten by a worm that desperately needs the light of Christ. So, I swallowed my pride and went up for prayer. I cried during the entire thing, but it was worth it. Thank you God – you really know what is best for me.
Has anyone else had a sledgehammer experience?