Whispers all around us now






                                              Photo Arlene Dodson






A few weeks ago a close family friend was planning to leave for a New Zealand holiday with his wife. They looked forward to their much-needed break.



A day or two before they were due to leave, Rob (we’ll call him Rob), in preparation for his flight, went to the doctor. He hoped to get help for a lingering cough after a cold. 

The doctor examined him carefully and said, “Your cough is fine but your heart’s not beating normally. It needs to be checked.”

Rob groaned inwardly. Surely not a delay in getting away on holidays?

The doctor sent him for tests.

He was not okay at all.

He was admitted to hospital where further tests showed atrial fibrillation–

“You were headed for cardiac failure,” the doctor told him. He proceeded to treat him and aborted the threatened crisis.



God had put it clearly on Rob’s mind to get the cough checked. If he hadn’t, the flight would probably have precipitated a cardiac arrest either in mid-air or on their holiday in New Zealand.

We’re SO thankful to God for intervening in Rob’s life.



Similarly with Fred, a man in our former church. Highly successful in his career, he was given an American assignment. When the doctor examined him prior to his flight, tests showed he had advanced cancer.

Fred came through that cancer crisis (with much prayer and intense medical treatment). I believe God led him to have those extensive tests, which were instrumental in saving his life.



It’s not only these life-and-death dramas where God whispers. He cares about very little things too.



Robyn lived in Brisbane before moving up this way. She had a lovely home with a lawn sloping down to the road. No fence.

She had always wanted a tree fern so she bought one and planted it in her front garden. It was small but would grow to a pretty plant.




                  Photo Pixabay

Soon after, she woke one morning to see the lawn was bare. She ran down – sure enough – the tree fern had disappeared. A neat hole remained.

She cried out to God. Father, You know I loved that little plant. Why did You let someone steal it? They ought to put it back where they found it.



A few days later she was making a cup of tea in the kitchen and looked out over the lawn. The tree fern was back!

She ran down to check. Sure enough, this time the plant was neatly patted back into the soil!



All around us – from the moment we wake to birdsong in the morning until the sky glows with the setting sun, God whispers His love over our world.

Comments

  1. Gmart18 February 2020 at 04:23

    Hi Arlene.

    I have just been researching your mum Zena who inherited from Edwin Gransden in 1937. EG was adopted by my 3x great uncle William Dockrill & brought by him & my 2 x great grandfather LJ Eversden.

    If you are interested in family history - you probably are not - send me an email.

    Geoff Martin
    geoff@gmassoc.com.au

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