Strange yet Familiar

Strange things often happen in my shower/ bathroom.

No, I don't mean horrifying strange things. I mean the kind of situations where one goes into the shower with one kind of mindset and emerge from it with a totally different one.

Let me explain.

I do a lot of thinking in the shower. Way too much, I think. There must be something about being in an enclosed area, undressed before no one but God, that immediately stimulates my mind to overdrive in a "supernatural" way.

To put it simply, God speaks to me in the shower. A lot. Profoundly too. And in many occassions I have found this to be a pervailing pattern. I cannot explain this phonomenon, I sure didn't stage it in any way. Heck, I don't even think about it much, but numerous times throughout the years, many an important decision was sealed in the bathroom. And it is not like I take forever to conduct my business (usually it's 10 mins, 20 mins max) . I guess Moses had his burning bush, and I have my bathroom. (Moses had a rod too, what am I supposed to do with the shower head???)

As I see it, God is sovereign, so He can speak to us any way He chooses. In my case, it may not be the most common method to communicate, but it rings with a tone of loud familiarity. It is a tone that is easily recognisable by the person to whom it is addressed. Man, do I hear it!

So yesterday, while I was down in bed the entire day with a severe nausea and headache (suspect it's anaemia aggravated by menstruation), I called the girls to cancel our Bible study. I could not get up from bed / chair without a splitting headache and fainting. Life sucked.

After that I went into the shower and wow, like immediately when I latched the door shut, a strong thought came, "...by faith Abel, ... Enoch... Noah... etc". That was followed by another, "it is not by flesh, nor circumstances, but by faith..."

I could not allow my physical condition to assail my commitment to God. No way. I decided to go ahead, and if I faint, then I faint. But at least I have done what I should have.

So I conducted the study. Man, the headaches were terrible. By the time the study ended, I was almost vomitting and about to faint. The girls had to send me home in my own car.

Was it worth it?

Yes.

Was it stupid?

My mom thinks so.



Dear God, people say I try too hard to live for You. That may be true, but I am not one who takes chances in these matters. If I die tomorrow, I sure want to hear the familiar voice again, but this time saying "Well done My faithful servant..."