Guest Post - When God Speaks

I received an email from a very nice reader who was kind enough to share an experience from her own life where she felt Lord speak truth into her spirit. With her permission, I am sharing it with the stipulation that I don't share her identity. THANK YOU, dear sister for sharing this - I hope you are deeply blessed by doing so!

When i was a sophomore in high school in 1958-59, i had a horrible typing teacher. She didn't understand that arthritis as well as very small hands made typing difficult. The touch on those old typewriters was not a light touch, and my fingers really had difficulty reaching the keys in the way she taught us to hold our hands on the keyboard. She demanded that papers be perfect before they were turned in, and that meant we were not allowed to erase (there was no "correction tape" back then). i struggled through the typing assignment on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, only to realize at the end of the period i did NOT have a perfect paper. i turned in what i had, and for some reason, this made her extremely angry. She picked up a full ream of paper, tore off it's paper covering and plunked it down on my typing table. "You will remain here until you turn in a perfect paper as directed, and I really don't care if you are still here when I arrive in the morning!"

In those years, a teacher could actually do that. Well......i typed and typed....soon i had quite a stack of paper on the floor beside my typing table. The janitor, who lived catacorner across the street from where lived, stopped in and told me he was leaving and he thought i should leave, too. i told him i could not, and why. He shook his head, told me he would lock me in, and i could exit via the crash bar, but he turned back and said, "It is late, nearly 10 p.m. and I think you should go home." So, i'd been 7 hours still trying to type a perfect paper at that point.

By 10, my dad was worried that i was not home. He'd called my friends to see if i'd gone home with any of them, and they told him what Mrs. C. had demanded of me. He was stunned. He called Bill, the janitor, and asked him if he really thought i was still there. Bill confirmed that at 10 when he walked out, i was typing away. He told Daddy he'd get the keys and let him in to "redeem" me. The next thing i knew, a shadow fell across my typing table and it was my dad. i just ran to him and sobbed. He held me and held me, and then he stooped down, picked up all my mistake-filled papers, straightened them carefully and wrote on the top sheet, "Mrs. C, choose from among these the paper with the fewest errors and grade my daughter on that effort. Do not EVER make this demand of my daughter again!" He signed his name and put the time, 10:45 p.m. underlined numerous times beneath his signature.

As we walked home, he slipped his arm around me and said, "My darling daughter, your mother and I have tried to teach you how to correct your mistakes, because as long as you live in this temporal life, you will make mistakes and it is more important that you know how to rectify them that you never make them."

A few years ago, i was going through a situation that seemed totally impossible. All of a sudden, i heard the voice of God as clearly as i heard my father's that night. He said, "My dear child, if your earthly father came for you before midnight, do you think I will be late?"

I go back to that memory when i need to remind myself that God is NOT late, not even by a nano-second, in meeting the needs of His own!

Isn't that amazing!?? I also deeply admire the beautiful words of encouragement spoken by her earthly father when he came to pick her up. Sometimes we WILL suffer for a time or a season but God always is available to rescue us. I hope this touches someone today!