God showed up in my car yesterday.
Which is a rather good thing considering I haven’t actually been able to locate him anywhere else lately… I felt a bit like that t-shirt that says “I found Jesus! – He was behind the sofa the whole time!” Except he was in my car.
Roo’s having a tough time. I’d kind of noticed it last week when we were travelling to and from the Bigger than Big Thing (which probably won’t be the Last Big Thing we ever do [dammit].)
Anyway, I was needing to get out of the office at lunchtime and thought I’d see if she wanted to join me. So we shot off up the road to the nearest shopping precinct to find a cafe. Except we stayed in the car. I’m not much of a pastor really, and so I just listened and passed the tissues while Roo told me stories that would curl your hair.
After all the tissues were passed and all the stories were told I prayed – which was when Jesus showed up.
It feels pretty good to know that even when I’m wondering why I do what I do where I do it, all I have to to is start talking to Him and He shows up.
Guess he kinda likes to hang out more than I do.
If he’s going to show up like that then I’m pretty sure I can keep doing what I do until I know if I’m meant to be doing something else.
Thank you for sharing.
Miss Lisa says
I always have this image of God sitting up there, rolling his eyes, saying ‘well, duh!’ … kinda keeps me going :)
wow. well done, i bet your friend really appreciated having a ready listener. Or Two! it’s amazing when you really meet Him, isn’t it?! love and prayers x