God's on the Phone?

I had to write another entry. That last one was just too gross. Although, you'll notice I didn't delete it! Mwa-ha-haaaaa

I had a very interesting evening. A very challanging evening, but very interesting. God chose to speak a few things to me in a rather unique way that only He can. He used the phone. Now, I have this thing with the phone. I don't seem to be able to communicate properly over it. I can have the most burning passionate thing in my heart and if you stick a phone in my face and ask me to talk about it, I'll sound boring and dumb. At least that's what I think.

So I don't really like talking on the phone. But I will, and often I enjoy it.

But there comes a time when you get phone call after phone call after phone call that are all equally as long with people droning on and on about nothing at all. This happened to me this evening. It started out with me. I called someone up to confirm some dates for a ministry trip to Australia so I can then confirm some dates for some more ministry in Idaho (whoo-hooo... I'm more excited about the Idaho one then Australia, right now...). That phone call took a while and in the end I had no confirmed dates yet. I hung up. A friend from Calgary called and talked me all the way through dinner that I missed. I hung up again. Then a friend from Edmonton called RIGHT after that, but it was Niel and I love him, so I didn't really care. So I attempted for the second time to eat dinner.

I got all that done and wanted to prepare for this evening and our small group. I was planning on relaying the vision I have for Edmonton and wanted to make it all good and understandable and planned out.

So I went downstairs, grabbed the guitar and some paper and decided I would be in God's presence and He would help me get it all perfect, so I could whip this group into a frenzy.

Then the phone rang again.

And this time it was Carol Lovejoy and whenever she calls you stop whatever you are doing and listen. But I really didn't listen much, which I felt bad for and had to repent.

Okay. It's now two hours later after the phone calls and eating and I have less then half and hour to prepare. I said, "Okay God, let's do this!"

And in response I heard, "You know, you're kind of like those phone calls."

"What???" I said.

"Yeah, you're kind of like those phone calls. You said you wanted to spend time with me, so I got all ready and now you're peppering me with requests to organize stuff and make yourself look good and you're not even paying me any attention. I just want to be with you and not have to bother with all this stuff."

"Oh...."

So I decided at that point not to do what I was planning on doing and I laid on the bed and played guitar with Jesus for a while. It was really nice. I quite enjoyed myself. I didn't push my agenda in His face, I didn't badger Him with a bunch of questions or half-hearted prayers that I didn't really mean, but knew they were the right thing to say at the time. I just hung out with Jesus.

He even pulled a sneaky one on me and flipped a song right around that I was singing. I was singing "I wanna be where you are" over and over. Then I started thinking about my travels, about flying, being on boats and driving all over the country sides. So I wrote a little verse that goes something like this:

Way up there in the atmosphere
Or riding on the waves
Driving all those hundred miles
I hear your voice
And it's telling me....

I wanna be where you are
I wanna be where you are

God totally flipped the song on me! I was singing it to Him and suddenly, He's singing it back to me. He wants to be where you are!! How cool is that? Just as much as my heart was crying out to be in His presence, He's crying out to be in mine even more.

Wow.

I sang that to God for a while and He sang it back in the way only He can and then it was time for our small group. I spoke a little bit about what is burning in my heart for Edmonton and how close we are to seeing it come to pass. I felt like I butchered the whole thing and turned everyone off to it, but remembered my little prayer that I have prayed over and over concerning this whole thing. Basically it is that the only way this will work is if the Holy Spirit breaths on it. If not, this will fail.

Why put our hands to anything else, anyway?

So I babbled for the evening and felt bad. But in the end... I couldn't get out of the house because everyone was coming up to me and telling me how much they want to be a part of it. Strange. They must have been listening to someone else while I was talking. Someone like the Holy Spirit, maybe?