Thanks, God

God spoke to me today, as I was driving to Wal-Mart.  And I didn’t particularly like what He had to say.

Oh, plenty of times in my life, I have felt Him guiding me, nudging me or knew inside what He was telling me, but this time I heard the words as clearly as if there was someone in the car with me.  Which, of course, there was.

Once before I heard God speak.  That time I had my head in the dryer.  That’s another story.  But back to today.

I was entreating guidance for a situation I find myself in.  I was wrestling with a better way to behave.  I was trying to put the blame on someone else.  Then I heard it.  Clearly.  “Jerre, (God calls me Jerre and that’s okay when He does it) no one can make you do anything.”  Strong emphasis on the “make” part.

Yes, I had been trying to blame my feelings and reactive behavior on others who “made” me feel that way, act that way.   A way I am ashamed of but seem powerless to stop.  Until now.  Now, it is crystal clear that it’s up to me to stop it myself.  I was praying for guidance and God delivered in record time on Folsom Drive right past Crow Road.  And I didn’t much like it.  Puts it on me.  But of course, I knew that.  I just didn’t want to admit it.

I’m not saying that I’ll be able to change my attitude right away.  But with that kind of push, you’d better believe I’m going to try.  And I know God will be there to help.

Thanks, God.