Be Still & Listen

God has shown me so much in the past week I can't fail to pass on the awesomeness that I have been blessed to witness.

I had a breakdown, in the shower, a while back. I plead with God to show me what I was doing was in his image, that I am following his word and that I haven't failed. There was a lot more to my prayer and pleading but that was the general idea.

I went to church Sunday and heard beautiful words of sharing your story with the brethren and the world. To be still and take note to what God places on your heart to do. To not keep to ourselves... to be a walking image of Christ, to let your children know of the wonders you have been a part of... so many great things.

I walked away feeling renewed and as though I should share my stories... but then Satan got to me and I felt no one would listen. And then I became discouraged.

That is until I received a text from a dear sister in the church who told me that my simple act of sharing a dream God had given me, and a prayer I had prayed allowed her to make it through a trial. She said she wanted me to know what it meant to her.

I lost it.

God heard my simple cry in the shower... and although I may have not got my answer immediately he gave her the strength to share with me. Which in turn made me realize that if we are faithful the goodness of Christ will be evident. It takes obedience to follow through, patience, and being still to hear.

So, I should share what God places on my heart. I should pass on those dreams I have, pray when I feel the need to pray, call someone when they come to my mind, and visit with those who are shown to me.

Later this week I fell on another trial and decided to share with the world "FB" about how I needed God to give me strength and that although we may suppress the emotions or hurt we still feel them. They don't go away just by pretending they don't exist. We have to leave those at God's feet and let him take over.

That simple post, although it may have seemed I wanted attention, was a cry for help and in turn allowed others to open up with their testimonies and share their stories.

A friend of mine sent me a message later sharing an intimate story and in doing so gave me a sense of calm about what I was working through. It was God's way of talking to me through one of his children. I hope she knows how much it meant to me that she took the time to share.

Granted I still am reminded of the hurt and heartache I feel but, because of these two ladies I am able to lay it back down and focus on the love that is around me daily. God truly is amazing. We just need to open our hearts and ears to know he is always working with us.

Thank you God for not giving up on me, when I so easily gave up on you.