One time, God spoke to me… and it taught me a lot.
I am coming from a pentecostal upbringing and a charasmatic mindset, learning how God does and does not speak.
I’ve been wrestling with this for a long time. Wondering if the voice I hear is actually God or if it’s me just saying what I think he’d say.
I used to be the type to ask a ton of questions — “God, what do you think about this?” or “Lord, what should I do now?” And then I’d wait. In the waiting I’d find anxiety and sometimes a voice that would give me an answer. Over time, I began to notice that the voice sounded an awfully lot like me…
Then one time during a Sabbath Bible study will my mom the Lord spoke and it was so clear. We were studying Romans 6 and there was a part that confused me. In weeks previous I had been encouraging my mom to seek the Lord in prayer to go deeper in the word. So, I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to practice that with her.
“Abba, I don’t understand this one part of the passage.” I began. As I prayed and quoted the verse, the Lord gave me revelation. It was instant and not in a voice. It was like one moment I didn’t know and then, boom, I knew.
I found that momement encouraging for two reasons.
It confimed that God does speak to me. I had been full of doubt and worry.
It revealed to me that I had been looking for his voice in a wrong place.
