Talk to No One Before You Talk to Me

Exodus 34:14 (New International Version)
Do not worship any other god, for the LORD, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.

Sunday, April 30, 2006
This morning I resisted the temptation to plunge into writing and sending an email I had been mentally composing to a friend. It was the continuation of a dialogue about writing and other interesting topics, but I felt constrained from bursting into his morning, as I knew he was preparing for church, as I was, and I didn’t want to distract him. I also heard a still, small voice say, “Talk to no one before you talk to Me.” I don’t know if that voice was God, or my own thoughts – but I think I should listen for I have been so out of balance.

Prayer: Dear Lord, anything that I might have to say is worth so much less if I haven’t been in your Holy Presence. Please forgive me for what is idolatry – the putting of my relationship with others before my relationship with you. You are my Centre, my Source, my Breath, my Life. I want to be in you and you in me. I want the fragrance of your Presence to cling to me, and my lips to speak the language of your courts.

May 1, 2006
I turned on my laptop as I passed by my office on the way to the bathroom and felt the same caution, “Talk to no one before you talk to Me,” and so I left the room; how quick I was to forget my prayer of just yesterday.

Prayer: Thank you Lord, for your rod and staff. God I want your best. I want those around me to have your best through me. Help me to learn a disciplined life.

Matthew 6:33 (New International Version)

33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness and all these things will be given to you as well.

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The Sheepcat said…
Yup, sometimes we need to just slow down and talk to God. And trust that his timing is perfect.
Bleinda, welcome to the blogosphere!
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