The Lord would speak to Moses face to face, as a man speaks with his friend.
Exodus 33:11
This morning my favorite national Christian radio station, KLove, was broadcasting live from Hope, my church. After I dropped Carynne at Preschool I weighed my options. I could use my feminine wiles and get my hubby, Hope COO, to escort me in to meet them. Or I could listen to my inner voice of better judgment. If I met them it would probably turn out like the last time I met one of my Christian heroes - I'd be struck dumb (and may not be even to speak-ha!).
Three years ago I meandered into a regular church dinner with my hubby. Within minutes my favorite radio pastor, James MacDonald, who I affectionately call Jimmie Mac, came into the room and sat right beside us. At the time Dr. MacDonald was running a James MacDonald look-alike contest on his website. The only words I could think were, "You should enter the Jimmie Mac twin contest. You'd win for sure." Unfortunately even those were peanut buttered to the back of my throat.
Have you ever heard someone list the questions they want to ask God when they get to heaven?
Something tells me in the presence of the Almighty all words are silenced.
Do you, like me, wonder what it would be like to talk to God face to face?
I didn't meet the KLove morning show today. I met with God instead. I was too awestruck by His grace and mercy to talk. I listened instead.
As I listened to the heart of God, He righted my path.
As I pressed my ear close to His chest, He soothed my worries.
As I nestled into His arms, He gave me courage to face my day.
Meeting with Him is the Ultimate brush with fame encounter.
