Sometimes God speaks in a still, small voice…
but sometimes, he has to hit me in the head with a [metaphorical] hammer.
(I guess I’m a bit hard-headed sometimes.)
Recently, I had one of those hammer sorts of days.
I’ve been praying for a while now about something in particular, but even when I did hear from God on it, I’d do a really fine job of rationalizing things to downplay what He’d told me.
But I now have total clarity about it. This subject is one that affects Ken, too, and although it’s been on my mind more than his over the past few months, he was hit with the very same loving hammer of clarity — which is yet another way it was so very clear and compelling to us both.
So despite fears, despite questions, despite not having the details (or even the time-frame), and despite what anyone else may think, we’re moving forward — whatever that means. To quote Forrest Gump…
“And that’s all I have to say about that.”
(At least for now.)
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