Small Voice

Amy — Sat, 05 May 2007 18:08:59 GMT

At the height of my addiction, when my faith was little and my voice was small, I cried out in supplcation...praying to God that he PLEASE put someone in my path that would take my hand and lead me to the place of redemption. I was so sick, and so tired.

I had long forgotten that prayer when it was answered. (Ain't it always like that?)

I was still using drugs (lots and lots of drugs!) when my (eventual) life's partner landed squarely in my path. Go figure, I was too spun to know it. Duh!

I was like..."Excuse me...you're right cute but you make a better speed bump than you do a speed pipe, so could you PLEASE get the hell out of my way?' "Sure," he said, as he stepped aside...but only a little. I maneuvered around him as best I could (many times) and went about my business...which was bad business, at best.

Meantime, God continued slowly working on me through you know who. Dang! How annoying! Everytime I turned around there he was, trying to draw me in.

Dontcha know...no matter what I said that big, old human roadblock just kept on...Trying to get me into church, trying to awaken me to the truth of the gospel, trying to get me to pray again (for heaven's sake!)

In a moment of exhausted frustration (about 4 days into a week long spin), I finally gave in and agreed to go to the S.O.B.E.R project JUST ONE TIME cuz I really wanted him to SHUT UP about it already.

It was during that first S.O.B.E.R. service I attended that God spoke to my heart using Pastor Larry's lips. (That's kinda scary if you think about it.) I was pretty buzzed, yet Pastor Larry's message that morning reminded me...God answers our prayers and I had prayed.

Sure enough,there I was, in the place where God lives, sitting next to the person that I had prayed for.

What a concept! What a blessing! What a mess! I couldn't believe it. What did I pray THAT for?

Yet, here I am. A year and a half later, finally drug free. Yippee, I can hardly stand it!

Admittedly, even after my first S.O.B.E.R. service I had several false starts...and numerous relapses. I tried REALLY HARD to continue being what I had always been...stubborn, independent, drug addled, suspicious of and separated from God, all alone, spun, and quite satisfied with that.

Thank goodness that Pastor Larry doesn't shoot his wounded & thank God for all things that lead us home, no matter how annoying they seem at the time.

I thank God every single day for having heard my "small voice" prayer & sending me that annoying man...who is now my partner to whom I am equally yoked.

God truly does hear our prayers...especially those offerred when we are weak in faith and those spoken in a very small voice.

Just be careful what you ask for...you just might get it...and then some!

Equally Yoked

Small Voice