By Karen Y. Stevens

 

When I first became a Christian way back when, I was working for a Florist part-time after school.

I delivered flowers to a home in the very rural area of Conroe, Texas that had no street signs. I had to stop at someone’s house to ask where the home was since I could not find the street.

A guy about my age answered the door, gave me directions, and ask me to come in and smoke some weed with him. I turned him down and told him I was a Christian.

One day a month later, I had finished delivering flowers, and I was on my way back to the shop. I was on Hwy 59 going toward Humble when I heard God say, take this exit and go into that Bible Book Store. Well, I did not want to stop. I had a great work ethic and felt that would be wrong.

I passed the exit up and God whispered, “I want you to go into that book store and buy a Bible for the guy you ask for directions in Conroe”.

I said in my mind, “That is crazy” and, I thought, “I can come back later.”

God said, “No, you won’t have time.”

After a lot of arguing, (I felt like with myself), I circled around and went back to the book store, picked out a Bible, and went to work.

After work, I left to go home. On the way home there was a convenience store, and God said to pull into the parking lot, sit and wait for this guy, and write in the Bible what He told me to write. I did not pull the Bible out and start writing, because I sat there in my car thinking how crazy is this? I met this guy a month ago, all of 5 minutes in Conroe, and I’m on the far side of Humble.

My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw this guy walking across the street to go into the store. I grabbed that Bible and starting writing as fast as I could. I barely got everything written by the time he came out. I jumped out of the car and handed him the Bible.

I told him that God said that he would be there at that time, and God loved him. He was surprised to see me, but I do not know what happened to the guy; if he went on to be a Christian or not. He rejected God that day, but he did take the Bible with him.

I’m still amazed that God spoke to me that day, but I’m certainly glad He did. The Bible says we must have “child-like” faith. I believe God spoke to me, because He knew I would have child-like faith to truly believe it was Him speaking to me; not me talking to myself.

That was the first day I believed it was God in my head, not me, and I have been listening every since. How ‘bout you? Do you have doubts of God’s voice, because one time you listened, and it didn’t work out the way you planned, or thought? Don’t give up. Keep listening.

 

Karen Y. Stevens is founder of Orange County Christian Writers Guild