Hayah in Action
I thought we might all find something important here.
Hello Skip
I just read day 12 and I know just what you are talking about…If you don’t mind, I would like to share a “hayah” experience of mine with you.
One day a few years ago, I walked down the street to a neighbor’s house. After a short visit with my neighbor, I walked back home stopping at the mailbox and getting the days mail before going back into my house. I went inside, sat in a recliner and opened my mail. In the mail, I had received “My daily bread” a daily devotional, you may have seen it, it comes in the form of a little book. I received it a week or so in advance of the month for which the devotional was intended, so I could not yet read that days devotional. A little tired from my walk and sitting in a big relaxing recliner, I then opened the devotional book somewhere in the middle, intending to read a page at random.
Right at that second I knew, although I did not hear an audible voice, somehow it just happened, I knew that God had just instructed me to do something. I was instantly aware without a doubt that God had just told me to go show this page to my daughter. I had not yet read it, so I didn’t know what the page said, but I got up immediately from my chair and began to look for my daughter. I was not sure she was even in the house. I started looking for her, first going to her bedroom which is where I found her. Our 16 year old daughter Amanda was laying on her bed reading. I walked straight over to her and handed her the little book which was still opened to the page I had opened at random. I said to her, “I don’t know why, but God just told me to show you this.” She looked at the page and read for a brief couple of seconds. She then, at once quickly looked up to the window next to her bed and said. “Are you watching me through the window?” I said “no of course not” she then pointed her index finger to a spot on the page of her open bible and said. “This is the exact chapter and verse I was reading the second you walked in my room!” The verse she pointed to in her bible was the exact same verse, about which, the page of the devotional taught.
It took a while to convince her that I had not been spying on her. I told her “ I did not know even know you were reading your bible.” I had to explain that my vision is not near good enough to read her bible through the window from the back yard. In addition, I could not run all the way around the house and come in door and run to her room fast enough to catch her at just the right second to show her the devotional. I also explained that I had just retrieved the devotional out of the mailbox moments earlier. I said,” it would not have been possible for me to orchestrate all of that.” She knew from experience that I don’t lie to her. She finally came to the realization that God had indeed told me to show her the page.
We both just sat on the bed in awe for a moment. I said “ well I guess God really wants you to understand this verse” So I left the room and she read it. After reading it, she came to me and said “I wonder why God wanted me to understand that so bad”? It didn’t seem to be of any great revelation to her at the time. I myself don’t remember, several years later now ,what verse it was.
It was the event itself that left a lasting impression. We are both still amazed when we remember this happening.. I think it may have been more about God taking an opportunity to solidify our faith than about the verse itself. Amanda now 23 and I are both committed Christians and I continue to have messages from God hayah to me from time to time. (this was not the first nor the last ) I am always amazed and thankful every time it happens.
Thank you for the lessons Skip, they are very enlightening.
Nancy
This brought to my remembrance a time when I clearly heard God telling me something. I had sat down to read the Bible and opened randomly to read whatever God chose to show me and I read Ezekiel 33:1-7. As soon as I finished reading it I “heard” God tell me to call my mom. I hate to admit it, but I balked at first because neither of my parents are believers, and in the past I have talked to them about my faith and given them books to read, however nothing had ever come of it, so I didn’t see any sense to try any more. Of course God would not let me alone about it, so I did call about a half hour later and had a sincere and heartfelt conversation with my mom about the Bible, and belief in Christ.
I would love to say that she opened her heart to the Spirit and believed, but that did not happen. She admitted that she wasn’t sure that the Bible was all there was and that there might be other information out there, so I challenged her to search, pleading with her that this was extremely important. She finally said she would, but I believe it was more to get me to stop pleading with her than a real desire to search for truth, for this incident happened at least eight years ago and nothing has changed.
I cannot change their hearts; that is the job of the Spirit. I did my job as the watchman warning of the coming sword; her decision to heed or ignore the warning is up to her. It still makes me cry that they cannot see, or will not see. My rest needs to be in God’s soverignty; His control of all things; His will to be done. Sometimes the tears still come; He will wipe them all away one day.
You are right, Cindy, that we can only do what WE can do. Then allow the Holy Spirit to do His work of convicting and bringing a person into right standing with God. His wisdom is far above ours, and many times it appears foolish to do what He is asking us to do. It does cost us personal heartache, but the pain of disobedience is even greater. WE can change our minds thru renewal by His Word, but only He can change our hearts. Blessings on you!