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God and iPod...

I'm afraid that this isn't an Apple product plug: Where to start? Well just really to talk a wee bit about how God chose to talk to me yesterday. To be honest I had busied myself out of spending a lot of quality time with Him.. so He came found me!

I was heading into Lodnin yesterday so as usual, flicked through my iPod before I set out. Usually I'll find an upbeat album for the walk to Leagrave Station but yesterday I randomly chose an "On The Go" playlist. I recognised the first couple of songs and figured it would be fine.

This is where it starts to get weird. After the first tracks it becomes really apparent that a) I didn't put this playlist together (was it Tim at the party, or Lorraine.. fess up now if it was you!!) and b) God was going to speak through it.

To cut a long story short the playlist provided the backdrop to a very honest dialogue with God.. some highlights:

on reflecting on a few relational things, suddenly I hear
"take this mouth, so quick to criticise, take this mouth, give it a kiss"
BUT LORD ITS HARD
"Yah weh, yah weh, always pain before a child is born"
BUT LORD I MUST BE STRONG
"Sometimes you can't make it on your own"
BUT I CAN'T COMMUNICATE, I DON'T GET IT
"Where do you march and where do you dance?" (an extract from a talk I did last year about finding the places we come alive)
BUT I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH
"amazing grace how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me"
BUT I'M TIRED
"when you're weary, feeling small, when tears are in your eyes, I'll dry them all"

By that point I kind of gave up arguing (the last three happened pretty much one song after the other in the fifteen mnute walk back from the station) and arrived home.

Later when I switched on the TV it was to find an ad saying "maybe you need a trip to Canada?"... I live in hope!

Comments

Chris said…
Well Jana is flying home today so people will HAVE to visit her at some point ;o)

Keep on hoping...

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