That Still Small Voice

“That still, small voice” typically refers to the voice of the Holy Spirit in most Christian circles.  Why am I telling you this?  Well, I had a close call this week that illustrates the importance of hearing His voice.

I have had to pull some heavy overtime hours lately with my job.  This has meant that I’ve needed to be to work at 3:30 in the morning for the past couple of weeks.  We live about five miles from my workplace.  Out of that distance, the last two miles or so of the trip take me down a state route.  Within the last half-mile, there is a fifty-yard section of woods on both sides of the road.

(If you aren’t a follower of Jesus, you may not be aware that He promised us the Holy Spirit as a constant companion.  So, as I have walked my life out with Him, I have gotten to know the Holy Spirit’s voice pretty good.   This all may sound strange to you, but it is an amazingly true and exciting part of belonging to Jesus Christ.)

On Monday morning, it was raining as I drove to work.  As I turned onto the state route and accelerated, I instantly felt an impression–that still, small voice–saying, “Watch for deer.”  That impression by Him continued to get stronger the closer I got to that wooded area. By the time I was driving through there, it was just about ringing in my spiritual ears!  I was keenly aware of my surroundings as I drove through the wooded area and had slowed down considerably.

That wooded area has guard-rails on both sides of the road.  No less than twenty-five yards ahead of my truck was where the guard-rails ended.  It was at that place that I thought I saw movement in the road on the very edge of my headlight beams.  It was a large deer crossing the road!  And because it had been raining, its coat was darker than normal, making it even more hard to see.  Had I not heard the still, small voice of the Holy Spirit and responded to it like I did, I would have hit that deer square on.

It was later that night when I told my family what had happened that I learned of something that made this even more amazing.  My wife chooses to get up with me on those early mornings to make me breakfast, pack my lunch and see me off.  (I am an extremely blessed man to have the wife that I have!)  That morning, she got back in bed and brought the warm covers up over herself.  As she did so, however, she suddenly felt the Holy Spirit urging her to pray for my safety.  It didn’t take her long–just a quick, heartfelt prayer–and she soon felt at peace to go back to sleep.

I realize that some would chalk all of this up to coincidence.  But I have said it before and I’ll say it again:  A person with an experience is never at the mercy of a person with a theory.

Food for thought!  Talk to you next time, my friend.

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