“Do you accept this, my child?” God said to me while sitting on the edge of my bed and watching me intently with those heavenly blue eyes. I looked at my husband, Ian, hoping for some guidance. If I said yes, it would change Ian’s entire existence, just as it would mine.
Ian was looking between father and me as if he were watching a tennis match and holding his breath while waiting for my answer. Okay, I think to myself, I am obviously on my own with this decision.
You may think that this is a simple question and should have an obvious answer. It is God after all and He had spent the last three hours telling Ian and me, in detail, the job he was requesting I do for Him. God, Himself, was asking me to work directly for Him and not in the way that you might imagine.
God was NOT expecting me to minister, spread His word, start a new church or a new religion. He did not even request for me to convince people to believe in Him. Those jobs would have a simple answer. But alas, No. God had something entirely different in mind for me.
It’s not like I could tell God that I was hoping to work on my tan that summer or that starting a new job right now would unquestionably put me behind on holiday shopping. This was God, and he wanted an answer. Right now.
I did not know the ‘chatting with God while he sat on the edge of your bed’ etiquette. We didn’t cover that in Sunday School, I’m sure of it. That would be beneficial knowledge to have today.
I didn’t want to be disrespectful, but I needed some clarification on a few points. Vital questions that would surely help with this impossible decision.
Questions like would this be a part-time or full-time gig? Is this a work from home thing or would I need to travel? How much travel? Would this position be considered management level or more of an entry-level Situation? Ian wouldn’t be my boss, right? Ian being my boss could be a deal-breaker.
Wait, will I have to quit smoking? What about cussing and tattoos? Is that going to be a problem? Ian drinks beer. You know we are only human right?
God’s promise of peace, love, and joy with NO fear every day for the rest of our human lives was a pretty good selling point. How could I say no to my Father in Heaven who had given me everything?
So, with a nod, I humbly said, “Yes Father, I accept.”
“Do you accept this, my child?” God said to me while sitting on the edge of my bed and watching me intently with those heavenly blue eyes. I looked at my husband, Ian, hoping for some guidance. If I said yes, it would change Ian’s entire existence, just as it would mine.
Ian was looking between father and me as if he were watching a tennis match and holding his breath while waiting for my answer. Okay, I think to myself, I am obviously on my own with this decision.
You may think that this is a simple question and should have an obvious answer. It is God after all and He had spent the last three hours telling Ian and me, in detail, the job he was requesting I do for Him. God, Himself, was asking me to work directly for Him and not in the way that you might imagine.
God was NOT expecting me to minister, spread His word, start a new church or a new religion. He did not even request for me to convince people to believe in Him. Those jobs would have a simple answer. But alas, No. God had something entirely different in mind for me.
It’s not like I could tell God that I was hoping to work on my tan that summer or that starting a new job right now would unquestionably put me behind on holiday shopping. This was God, and he wanted an answer. Right now.
I did not know the ‘chatting with God while he sat on the edge of your bed’ etiquette. We didn’t cover that in Sunday School, I’m sure of it. That would be beneficial knowledge to have today.
I didn’t want to be disrespectful, but I needed some clarification on a few points. Vital questions that would surely help with this impossible decision.
Questions like would this be a part-time or full-time gig? Is this a work from home thing or would I need to travel? How much travel? Would this position be considered management level or more of an entry-level Situation? Ian wouldn’t be my boss, right? Ian being my boss could be a deal-breaker.
Wait, will I have to quit smoking? What about cussing and tattoos? Is that going to be a problem? Ian drinks beer. You know we are only human right?
God’s promise of peace, love, and joy with NO fear every day for the rest of our human lives was a pretty good selling point. How could I say no to my Father in Heaven who had given me everything?
So, with a nod, I humbly said, “Yes Father, I accept.”
Becoming An Oracle Proof God Has a Sense of Humor
Becoming An Oracle Proof God Has a Sense of Humor
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940163346189 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | God's Oracle |
| Publication date: | 09/25/2019 |
| Series: | Proof God Has a Sense of Humor |
| Sold by: | Smashwords |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 221 KB |