Pillars of Pine

Pillars of Pine

Monday, November 5, 2012

When God Speaks

Over the weekend, a man came to our house.  He had seen my sign on the local notice board, and had come to offer to take away any scrap metal.

Nothing remarkable about that, right?

And yet, as we wandered around our property and chatted about things, it became apparent that this would be no ordinary visit.

He spoke of his life, and of the tragedy of losing his 3 year old son, when he backed his car out of the shed and ran straight over his little boy.  He spoke of his grandson, now 3, and how preciously he holds his grandchildren, and all children, in his heart.  And we talked of how such pain never goes away, but how our awareness of life is so greatly increased because of our life's experiences.

And then, when he found out that we were a musical family, he pulled from the back seat of his car his very own poetry book, and delighted us all by reading the most beautiful poem that he had written about being a young man trapped in an old man's body, and how he had so much more life,and love, to give.

We spoke about our move, and the preciousness of life.  And then, he looked me in the eye, and said gently, but very firmly, "You know what to do, don't you, about those who won't accept you for who you are?"  And I looked at him, and I nodded.

How did he know to say that to me?  I had briefly hinted about some recent painful experiences, but no details, and he knew exactly what to say, and said the exact words I needed to hear at that moment.  I stood there dumbfounded for a few moments, totally overawed - it was as if God had spoken to me through this stranger. 

God has done some marvellous works in our lives these past few weeks - He had brought so many people to us, either in person or via phone or the Internet, who have offered us help, words of encouragement, smiles, hugs and most importantly, love. 

I have learned these past few weeks that God certainly does work through people, and He speaks through people.  And when God speaks, we need to listen.

Linda.