While we waited in the doctor’s office (back then they did drug tests in doctors’ offices), I noticed a man sitting by himself. You could tell by looking at him that he was VERY sick. He sniffed, coughed, and generally looked miserable. God spoke to me very plainly, he said, “Pray for him”. Now that was not something I was comfortable doing. First of all, there were the men who worked for me, they would witness it all. And second, I’d have to take off my helmet. Have you ever had a bad case of helmet hair? If so, then you know what I’m talking about. I had a lot of reasons not to pray for that guy.

But God wouldn’t leave me alone. It got so bad I walked out of the doctor’s office and went to my truck. I put my hand on the door handle and then heard the Holy Spirit say very sternly, “I said pray for him!” Somehow I knew I’d better obey, so I turned around, went inside, took my hardhat off, knelt down, and with helmet hair exposed asked, “Sir, may I pray for you?”

What happened next took me by surprise. The guy lit up. He said, “I’ve been asking God over and over to send someone to pray for me. Yes, please pray for me!” So, we bent our heads and right there in the doctor’s office, I prayed for him.

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That was the first time God spoke to me like that, but it hasn’t been the last. Sometimes I’m busy or it isn’t convenient, and maybe sometimes I miss God and don’t obey, but the times I have followed the direction of that inner voice have been very rewarding. I’d like to get a 100% follow through rate.

Now, I don’t know what would have happened had I left that flame burning underneath that skillet all day, but I do know this: I’m glad I never found out!

I sure am glad I listened to that little voice and did not let my temper get me killed.

First, someone came into my office at work and wanted to talk. This was the kind of person that everyone avoids because they are sometimes obnoxious and hard to get rid of. The first thing he said was: I feel like no one ever wants to listen to me. So immediately, I decided I would listen, and I did. He went on and on, I asked questions and listened. Finally I could see this conversation wasn’t going to end by itself. The problem was, no one was around. It was lunch and everyone was gone. I began praying, “Please help me end this conversation”. In no less than one minute, the phone rang. It was probably the last person on earth I would have expected. When the phone rang, he left. A coincidence? I don’t think so.

The next thing happened on my way home from work. I wanted a skin for my iPod so I thought I would go to Walmart for it. But on the inside a quiet voice, no, not even a voice, kind of a knowing, said, “Go to Radio Shack”. I reasoned to myself that I knew Walmart had them but I wasn’t sure Radio Shack did and I’d just have to go to Walmart anyhow. But since I’d been praying and asking God to guide me, I decided to follow that inner gut instinct. When I got to Walmart I almost turned in there but told myself no, I would go to Radio Shack.

Guess who was sitting in the parking lot waiting to enter the highway? My husband! He said he’d been trying for 5 minutes to get on the highway. I said it was because he was supposed to wait on me.

Now both of these events are insignificant to anyone but me. But isn’t that how God leads us? In the little things? And if we listen in the little things it’s easier to hear him in the big things? Or do we just never get to some of the big things? And maybe we get to more of the good things and less of the bad things?