Last night, I was laying in bed sorta praying; mostly "resting my eyes." I had been thinking about the blog and wondering what I should write about next. I've been sick for a few days and haven't been focusing on it or God much, to be honest. So instead of coming up with something from my own head, I asked God what he wanted me to say. I heard two words..."Choose Me." I knew exactly what he meant.
All day, every day I am faced with choices. Do I want to get up early and get my day started good or sleep a little longer? Do I watch the news or read my Word? Do I eat a salad for lunch or fried rice? (I hate salads and hardly ever eat them, by the way.) You get the idea, we have choices. Throughout my day, I hear the Holy Spirit speaking to my heart and I hate to say that many times I ignore him. "I will spend time with you as soon as I finish _____." "Yeah, you're right, this cosmic brownie will not make me feel better about _____ but I am going to eat it anyway." It is wonderful to me the gentleness of the Holy Spirit. The fact that he doesn't give up when I flat out ignore him. In my disobedience, he continues to speak love, to attempt to draw me in. He is so unlike me. I want you to know that today God's word for me and for you is, "Choose Me." Let him speak to your heart. Listen.
How will you answer?