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Small Still Voice

Last week I had a thought, "do this".  It was and idea to do something for someone else.  At first I thought it was a great idea.  I started to think about it more and that is where I got myself in trouble.  I starting to think to myself how silly my idea was.  I also started to think about what the other person might think or say.  I thought about it so much I completely talked myself out of doing it.

A week goes by and today I am listening to the Christian afternoon DJ.  I like him because he challenges you.  I listen to him almost daily as I cook dinner and clean up the kitchen.  Today he was challenging people to call in and tell about a time that you talked yourself out of helping someone and the lesson you learned.  As I listened to these stories I couldn't help to think about my small still voice last week that said, "do this".  I think I  talked myself out of blessing someone else for the fear of looking silly.

I do believe in God.  I can't help but wonder if the idea was not my own, but that small still voice that Elijah heard in the old testament.  Not an actual small voice whispering in my ear, but an idea that is not my own.  I feel like I might have just missed the bus on this one.  The good news is I didn't completely miss the bus.  I think I just got a second chance to do it right this time.

Tonight I got a phone call from someone out of the blue that told me just enough to hear, "DO IT!". Believe me this time I'm doing it.  What I am trying to say it this, don't be a fool like me.  When you have a crazy idea just do it.  You may not get a second chance.  Even crazier is this, it might not be your idea at all.  I don't think that the radio conversation was just for me today.  I know it was just for me!

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