About three weeks ago, I had this strong urge to be IN God's creation. So I went outside. I knew the earth and the universe were clues to God's existence.
As I lie in my driveway I prayed hard. I knew I shouldn't but I asked God for a sign, anything. I even prayed that I knew He didn't have to, He probably shouldn't even but how awesome would it be. You know a meatloaf shaped cloud or a shooting star. Simple stuff for the guy who created the universe.
I lied there for a while, about twenty minutes, scanning the sky. Notta.
I reluctantly got up and walked inside, turning at the door to say, You didn't have to but man it would have been cool.
Fast forward about two weeks to last Friday. Sarah and I are driving home from dinner with her parents. Heading north on I-85. Suddenly, almost blindingly a falling star fell right in front of me. It almost looked like it would eventually hit us.
Sarah exclaimed how beautiful, I wept. The God of the universe right there proclaimed to me His existence. Moreover he proclaimed His love for me.
I know the possibility of coincidence exists, but not to me. I knew God was speaking, almost audibly to me.
I still thank Him for the third shooting star I've ever seen.
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