The printer in my small office whirred, spitting page after page into the tray below . . .
Good! Things were rolling along as I assembled current events and curriculum for that evening’s class.
A loud buzz interrupted my fixation. I stood for a moment and a second buzz signaled from the laundry room. My cue. Dutifully, I left the computer area and headed down the hall.
With my arms full of clean, dry towels, a little thought approached me from inside. Actually, it was already a full-blown idea which included a directive.
“Oh yes, “I said out loud. “I will do that in just a minute.”
Grabbing the wet laundry from washer, I hurried to fill the dryer and get it tumbling. Moving right along! Things were getting accomplished for both work and home!
The thought was still in the forefront of my mind. It had to do with taking care of something important – not for me, but for someone else. It was for someone who had a certain need. As I mused, I wondered why no one else had helped yet. I knew it was the Holy Spirit nudging me, and I would get right on it!
The towels spilled from my arms onto the sofa. Turning to go, I heard the printer in the office, still busily at work, accompanied by an indistinguishable fluttering sound. I listened for a minute. Things seemed okay. Glancing back at the clean laundry and then at the clock, I told myself that it wouldn’t take long to fold and put these away, so I dove right in and got it done.
About that time, my ear was alerted to a beeping sound in the office. The out-of-paper tone sent me scurrying to add paper to the printer. What a mess I discovered! Papers had fluttered to the floor and now the printer was jammed too!
On top of having to clear a tough printer-jam with stuck paper coming out piece-by-piece, re-collating all those lessons took quite a bit of time.
Just as I finished, the dryer buzzed again. The second load was done. Turning the printer back on, I gave it some keyboard commands. Its usual revving sound indicated that it was back in service.
The garbage truck pulled up in front about that time, and I could tell when it had finished dumping the cans. Hmmm…they were late today. Making a mental note, I knew I should pull those trash cans in soon, so my husband could get into the driveway when he came home from work.
Off to the laundry room once again, I grabbed another load of dry towels. This time I was aware of the same thought that had grabbed my attention earlier. Arms full and heading down the hall, I responded to the the thought out loud,
“Okay, I’ll do that in JUST a minute!”
I was about to the living-room to unload and fold, when I heard a sharp reply,
“For rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft, and stubbornness is as iniquity and idolatry.”
Stunned! I was stunned. What was that? It came again.
“For rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft – – -”
I stopped in my tracks!
Those words had been spoken by God to King Saul. They were in the Bible and I had read the account. Now they were coming at me!
Those towels fairly flew out of my arms as I tossed them like hot potatoes!
“Thank you, Lord, for being so merciful with me. Thank you for allowing me to practice when it isn’t a life-and-death-situation. Help me to be obedient quickly. Help me to stay focused at hearing Your voice and reacting at once.”
As it turned out, my heavenly errand accomplished what it was supposed to, albeit, a little later than it should have been done. The person was blessed, and God’s love had been shown. Any later, and they may have done without.
Rolling back the years to when my kids were small, my thoughts turned to a time when one of them needed to be seen by a doctor, but I had no money to cover the bill. My confidence was that God would supply the funds because I had been doing what He directed me to do. I knew He would take care of me!!
When the time came around for the medical visit, I asked God what I should do, and got the answer,
“Go with ME in your pocket.”
So, I wrote on a little piece of paper, “God – Paid by God” and put it in my pocket. I kept my hand around that little note and confidently went to the appointment.
About the time the appointment was to end, a scurry of emergency vehicles arrived. The doctor and nurse apologized, but hurried us out of the office, promising to call for a follow-up. Off we went, rejoicing.
Some people act off-the-cuff, and hope God will come through, but I wasn’t presuming or being foolish. I knew God’s voice.
A couple of days later, when I returned from helping a friend, my front door scraped over an envelope at the entry. A five-hundred dollar money order! The note said,
“I felt like God told me you needed this right away and to get this to you last week but I kept forgetting. Hope it helps and is not too late.”
No name. No matter. God had supplied. Just think if that person HAD acted when God spoke to them.
Personally, I NEVER want to hear that reminder about rebellion again! Alerted to all those other noises and signals, I had neglected the most important one of all – – God’s voice.
Am I perfected in all these areas? Absolutely not, but I am so much better at setting aside what I am doing and responding to the Holy Spirit’s nudging – especially about praying for people.
To be ever alert to His promptings and to be instant in season are my constant goals!