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WHEN YOU CANNOT HEAR GOD.

The Lord has been exceptionally quiet with me lately.

I think i've been exceptionally loud.

Things are crazy and I'm homeless after May and my car is officially totaled and I'll likely owe a few thousand dollars on it and I'm running around and I'm trying to fix what's broken and it's loud and stressful and I'm calling out to God and I'm trying to make plans and I'm asking him what to do and I'm not hearing anything and I'm getting frustrated and and and.

HELLO, GOD! WHERE ARE YOU?

But I can't hear anything. Because I'm yelling. & He is whispering.

"Be still, and know that I am God. 
I will be exalted among the nations, 
I will be exalted in the earth!". 
Psalms 46:10. 

 The hardest thing in the world is for me to be still. I always think I know better. I want instant answers. HERE. NOW.

Sometimes I suck at having faith.

This morning, through prayer and the wisdom of a mentor of mine, I finally shut up long enough to hear the whisper of the Lord.

He didn't give me answers. He didn't tell me what to do or how to fix my problems. He simply said, "be still and know that I am faithful. I will provide for you".

Oh, how desperately I need the gospel every day.

Wants. Vs. Needs.

I desire to always be prepared and ready to make a leap of faith. I desire to be debt free and not tied down to worldly possessions so that at any given moment I can pack up and follow God's calling on my life-both figuratively and literally.

I'm starting to think that the death of Marty the Prius was a good thing. While 6:30am bike rides to work and paying off the rest of my loan doesn't sound comfortable, I am reminded that the Lord is faithful. He is always faithful. & I am overwhelmed with joy.

I am so deeply in love with Jesus.

So, the next time you're crying out to God and you're overwhelmed and things are crazy and you can't seem to hear anything, Be still.

 Because there's a really good chance that YOU'RE YELLING & He's whispering.

Cast your burden on the Lord,
and he will sustain you;
he will never permit
the righteous to be moved.
Psalm 55:22

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