On the drive into work this morning, I turned off the radio and asked God to speak to me. I’ve been praying to hear His voice more often because when I first heard Him a year ago, His words were crystal clear. He’s gone somewhat silent since then, and I’ve had trouble determining what thoughts are His and which are mine. I drove for a few miles – – maybe five or 10 minutes – – and didn’t hear anything, so I turned my radio back on and kept driving.
After a few minutes I started to feel this tightness around the middle of my body, and then I realized it felt like something pulling me through the interstate traffic toward downtown. God had a rope around me and was leading me down His path whether I wanted to go or not.