The Bible is, needless to say, filled with stories in which God speaks, sometimes at length, to the protagonist. Yet today, I suspect even steady church-goers would look askance at anyone who told them he or she took some action because God told them to.
Thus it is with some hesitancy that I admit in public that God in fact talks to me on occasion, and probably would do so much more often if I would more often close my mouth and calm my brain.
Early this morning, for instance, I prayed about a few things that I woke up worrying about. Then I laid there for a few seconds. Then God said, “Have more faith; worry less.”
It’s hard for me, because I am a worrier, but that’s what I’m trying to do today.