Bryan:
Don't look for the whirlwind, the lightning, the thunder, the fire. Listen for the still, quiet voice.
I think I told you at Blade that God has spoken to me twice in that still quiet voice. The one time we discussed concerned Kim. The other was about my son.
He was a student at Auburn University and was in a situation where I thought he was being terribly mistreated, a potentially life-changing situation. On a Thursday night
I was in mental agony over the situation, just couldn't find any peace. I was sitting in the dark on our front steps, trying to pray. And the voice came, in my head, seven words, not loud but clear and distinct. "I love him more than you do." That's all. I took comfort in that and managed to ease off.
The next afternoon we were traveling to Selma for my father-in-law's 80th birthday. Michael was driving over from Auburn. Between Montgomery and Selma he dozed off, ran into the highway median. Witnesss behind him said the truck flipped four times. It came to rest in an upright position and began to burn. His door was jammed and he couldn't get out. Two men ran to the truck and pulled him through the driver's side window. They stood and watched the truck burn completely.
He required five stitches in a cut on his left elbow. Nothing else. I have chosen to look upon that incident as a confirmation of the message the night before. I think that God was showing me that he is still in control.
And you know what? If he had died in that wreck, I still had the promise. "I love him more than you do."
And that statement is true for you, also. But I think you already know that.