We spend our lives waiting for God to move His hand, just like how Habakkuk decided to wait on God from the watch tower. But perhaps if we look close enough at the details of our everyday lives, we will already see His handiwork. Miracles, we may call them. This blog is a listing of the things I have asked for, and were given; stuff I have sought, and found; and doors I have knocked upon, and have been opened.

Monday, March 16, 2009

The First Time God Spoke To Me

The first instance God spoke to me, there was no burning bush. In fact there was never a burning bush in all the occassions He spoke to me.

I was then about 30 years old. I was having the time of my life.
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