March 24, 2009

Never Fight With God

You would think that I have learned this lesson by now...fighting with God is stupid! Jacob limped away from his fight. Zechariah was muted. It took awhile, but I obeyed.

Last night I stopped at Wendy's to pick up dinner. (I know...Healthy!) I looked in my rearview mirror and saw a young mother with her child in the back seat.

So I had the following discussion with God:

I felt God say, "You haven't bought a meal for someone in a long would be a good time."

"Not now," I said.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't have a card (we have care cards at my church that say "This is to show you God's love in a practical way), and she is a single lady in a car who might think this is flirting. I don't want to give the wrong impression."

"You might have a card somewhere in this car."

"I haven't seen one of those cards in some time."

"Just look."

"I am not going to find anything."


I opened the arm rest of the car, and, wouldn't you know it, there is a card sitting right on top! I didn't see that there the last time. I was in there a couple days ago. I turned the card over, and noticed that it had the wrong service times. "God, this has the wrong service times. I can't give this to her."

"The service times are not the point."

"Okay," I said "I will do it."

I got to the window and asked how much her order was. $1.99. That was all? I paid, pulled forward, and got my meal. As I pulled away I noticed that she got her order and pulled back around into the line. She was buying what she could with the money she had.

I should know better. I should listen and respond sooner, and I hope to someday. I am working on it. Next time I should just do what I am told when I first feel the inclination.I knew it was God speaking...telling me to it.

I can't adequately explain how I knew it was God's voice and not my own inner conscience talking to me. I felt His presence, and once I did what I was supposed to do, I felt a release. I just knew.

What kind of fight have you had with God recently?


  1. I am a spoiled brat daughter of God. It doesn't matter how much I demand, pout, whine, complain, or yell, God still loves me and lavishes me with good things in my life. And because of the love he shows me, I try to be obedient and listen to him. And he knows when I don't get my way that I might put up a fight for a little while, but he always wins... and I know this.