I was sitting in my hair shop, in the front part of my house, one day just after a customer had left and a thought went through my head, Take Aunt Vesta flowers. Then I thought. Why would I do that? She’s fine. It’s Uncle Bob who’s in the hospital. I recognized that I hadn’t seen Aunt Vesta for a while and that taking her flowers would be a nice thing to do and I should do that. I told myself I would. I should have done it that day because my Aunt Vesta passed away the next day.
A few months later I was taking my oldest daughter to the dentist in Deloraine when a similar thought went through my head, Go see Uncle Emory. (My grandmother and Aunt Vesta’s brother). My daughter’s appointment was at 8:15 AM and it was only for a retainer adjustment so she was done by 8:30 and I thought I could have us at home and her in school by 9:30, so I headed for home.
When I talked to my Mom later that day, I told her that I had thought about going to see Uncle Emory. She said, “Oh you should have. He has been put into quarantine. He is very sick.” He passed away the next day.
It was obvious to me then that God wanted me to learn how to hear Him. Or in other words that I was hearing Him and that I needed to listen and do what He was telling me to because it was to my advantage.
A few months after that I had a really strong desire to go and see my Aunt Alta in BC (Uncle Emory, Aunt Vesta’s, and my grandmother’s sister). This time it wasn’t a thought it was a strong desire but I knew I needed to listen to it. I had my radio on that morning and an advertisement for seat sales to BC came across the air loud and clear. I called and got three tickets. Then I called my sister, Evelyn and asked if she and her daughter wanted to go with me to BC. A few days before that she told me she had the desire to go also. So after a little deliberation we went to BC. We had a wonderful visit with our Aunt Alta. She told us about her parents and her siblings and her move to BC from Mb. BC was beautiful in late September. Her son brought her truck over so we could tour around a bit but most of the time we spent with Aunt Alta.
Later in October, Aunt Alta was put in the hospital and then into a care home and her house was sold. If my sister and I hadn’t listened to that strong desire we would have missed out on that great visit. I saw Aunt Alta once after that when we drove out to BC. We saw her in the care home, she knew me and I’m glad I went but I will always remember the ten days we spent with her and celebrating her birthday before we came home. I also had a great time with my sister and my niece on that trip.
I recognized that God was teaching me to hear Him. I had heard Him once when I was a teenager, I wondered if it was Him but didn’t know. This story is in Experiencing God (link at the bottom of this page). I didn’t know this was something that was possible on a regular basis even though I had heard the verse John 10:27 my sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.
John 10:14 I am the good shepherd; and I know My sheep, and am known by My own.
John 10:3 To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice; and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. (More about God calling us by name in Maggie Mae. The button is at the bottom)
I hadn’t figured out yet how much the Holy Spirit wanted to be a part of my everyday life. He is supposed to be our councilor, our guide, and our teacher. I had had times where a verse seemed to come off the page towards me and I had a deeper understanding of it instantly but God began to show me different ways of hearing Him. I love that there are so many ways in the Bible that people heard from God. And He is the same yesterday, today and forever.
John 16:13 However, when He, the Spirit of truth, has come, He will guide you into all truth; for He will not speak on His own authority, but whatever He hears He will speak; and He will tell you things to come.
This sounds to me like God wants us to hear Him. In the past, I didn’t know any Christians how heard God. Now I know people who hear God quite regularly and I’ve gotten to know these people well. They have interesting lives.
Just like everything else from God, you need to take it by faith. (I have written about that in a story called "God Helped me Raise My Children."