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8/22/2011
Someone at work recently asked me if I blog. I said no. I journal my spiritual experiences, my thoughts and revelations on scriptures and even my prayers, but I do not blog. Blogging implies others will read your writings, and that scares me. I have selectively shown excerpts of my journal, but for the most part it is a scribbly mess of raw thoughts poured out from my heart to paper. Blogging needs to be grammatically correct with words spelt wright (bud dump cha) and organized in such a way that it doesn’t leave others scratching their head. I don’t think I’m cut out for that. But on the other hand, this girl can type, which means I may be able to capture more without the fatigue of my writing finger.

Ezekiel it is.

That’s what it’s going to be. Today God gave me the conformation I was asking for.

To some, it may just be a quirky coincidence. There was a time when I was amused or sometime puzzled by a coincidence but now I know there is no such thing. God has His hand in all situations all of the time and sometimes chooses to show us at seemly random times or places. “Everything happens for a reason” is such a common phrase to hear, but what it really means is “God happens in everything, and God is the reason”. If you know my God, you know what I am talking about.

The very first God Moment I remember having - when I realized it was Him and not random events in the universe - was years ago when I was commuting to the Bay Area from Tracy. I had recently said the sinners prayer and accepted Jesus into my life, although I was soon to fall away (another blog I guess). As part of my daily drive, I was very aware of motorcycles cutting lanes to get through the traffic. I thought to myself that I’ve never noticed any Christian MC’s and wondered if there were any. Not 2 minutes later a rumbling Harley rolled past. I watched him approach from my rearview mirror, coming up between the lanes, next to my big red Suburban and right on past me. Sho ‘nuff, he had a large yellow cross patch on the back of his leather jacket. I was stunned.

At that very moment I realized that God sent that biker on past me to show me who He was, and that He was in control. As the day went on, I started to doubt what had happened, chalking it up to good ‘ol coincidence. I hadn’t shared it with anyone, I didn’t want to look like a *gasp* Jesus Freak. On the way home that night I challenged God. “If that Christian biker was from you, then prove it.” Must I even finish the story? A few minutes past and I see a biker approaching from way far away in my side mirror. He gets closer, and I see it’s not the same bike and I laughed thinking I almost fell for it. My laugh was silenced and my jaw dropped when he got past me. Another Christian biker God sent rumbling by me to prove His point. Four years I had been doing this commute, and never had I notice a Christian MC patch, nor did I see another one for a long long time after.

So now when God chooses to open my eyes through situations He orchestrates, or bless me with a reminder of who He is, I listen. I find such joy in receiving even the smallest touches from Him, gentle nudges to keep me awake in the spiritual world, and am still very amused by Gods sense of humor.

A month ago I started in Ezekiel. God gave me some awesome nuggets and revelations in the first few chapters. Ezeks visions of the Holiness of God - being given the scroll to eat and the commission to preach a hard and condemning word to an unruly people - false prophets being equated to flimsy whitewashed walls that crumb with a storm. I veered off to Nehemiah for a bit, dabbled in the Gosples, swam around in Acts, sang in the Psalms, dove into James on Sunday mornings and found myself over the last few days with absolutely no direction in the Word of God. I find this so frustrating and confusing because His Word comes ALIVE for me, the letters and words sometimes dance off the page, and into my soul, feeding it. I can spend hours or days on a single scripture, chewing and digesting it, journaling and praying it, each time reading it and finding something new. So when I “can’t find a thing to read” in the Bible, I’m lost.

Last night I sat with my Bible on my lap, praying for guidance and God to show me where he wants me in the Word. Today I gave this to a friend as a prayer request. Out school shopping with my kids today, I confided in them that I was needing direction from God on what to read in the Bible. Inside the store, I pick a shirt off the rack and look at the tag. It said one thing. “ezekiel”. I just about cried and praised God for hearing my plea, recognizing my feeling of being lost in scripture and answering my prayer so very quickly.

I am giddy with excitement and anticipation on how my loving Father is going to grow me through this book of Ezekiel. I’m almost afraid to start it again, knowing that I will be wearing Ezeks shoes and walking his steps and I fear I will not be able to handle the Glory of the Lord revealed to me.

It is written in Eze 1:1 “…the heavens were opened and I saw visions of God.”

Father God, open the heavens through your precious Word and reveal to me your Glory. Let every word of these scriptures bury themselves into my heart and teach me how You want me to use them to glorify YOU. In the name of Jesus I pray. Amen.