God Spoke While I Was Doing the Dishes
I used to think I had to go somewhere quiet to hear God. But today, with suds on my hands and a half-scrubbed pan in the sink, I sensed Him — right in the middle of the mess.
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I used to think I had to go somewhere quiet to hear God. A prayer closet. A sunrise walk. A silent church. But today, with suds on my hands and a half-scrubbed pan in the sink, I sensed Him — right in the middle of the mess.
I used to think I had to go somewhere quiet to hear God. But today, with suds on my hands and a half-scrubbed pan in the sink, I sensed Him — right in the middle of the mess.
What if "be still" isn't pressure — what if it's permission? Permission to pause, to exhale, to remember that God is not distant, not hurried, not frustrated with you.
Maybe the fruit of the Spirit isn't something we perform outwardly — it's something we receive inwardly. Not from striving or grasping, but from staying connected.
Standing at the stove making grilled cheese for a hungry teenager, I felt it again — that gentle nudge, that quiet awareness. That whisper that doesn't interrupt… it joins you.
Maybe faith isn't always about staying above the water. Maybe sometimes it's about discovering that even in the places we fear most — He is still sustaining us.
What if Jesus wasn't asking us to perform anything? What if He was simply saying: "Be this." Not as a checklist — but as a way of living.
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