My miraculous life began when I started living the opposite of accepted scriptural teachings. And not because I decided that I wanted to be contrary or rebellious or independent. All the things we’re taught NOT to do.

Nope it wasn’t because of any of those things. It was because of one thing. My scripturally sound lifestyle betrayed me. It did none of the things it promised and stabbed me in the back to boot.

But as a good christian woman I figured it was all my fault. I hadn’t surrendered to God enough. So after the divorce and the bankruptcy and the foreclosure…I surrendered everything. I told God that I obviously didn’t know how to do anything right, so from now on I wasn’t going to make any decisions. He had to make them all. And if he didn’t lead me then I’d just fall off the cliff. What difference did it make? I was already sitting at the bottom of my heap of destruction.

I said, “God, I’m going to ask you about everything. And whatever answer you send to me first, is the one I’m going to do. I’m going to trust you to answer me in spite of anything else. It’s all on you now.”

So, I’d ask him a question and a billboard would go by with the answer. Or a song would come on the radio with it. I even had an atheist lady come into my office blathering on and on about something. And in the middle of her prattle she gave me a direct answer to the question I’d just asked God. Then she continued on her merry way rant never knowing what she’d just said.

And every answer came from a different source. No two were alike.

As a result of this lifestyle I ended up married to an alcoholic. Sitting in bars with him every day. And if I told you all the things I did for Hunny, you’d probably stop reading right now and walk away. It was completely opposite of everything I’d been taught in scriptures.

Thankfully, I wasn’t going to a church at that time because I’m pretty sure they’d have rebuked me and tried to cast out some devils.

But a deal was a deal. I would follow whatever answer God gave me. And he gave me plenty. Plus, I started paying attention to his messages that popped into my head. If it popped there spontaneously and instantly, well, they seemed like they were from him too. It’s just that so many messages were the opposite of anything christians would or could contain. And it made my head spin. I was constantly breaking all the rules!

But seriously, none of their stuff worked anyway. I tried to talk to Hunny about things from AA articles. He shut that down immediately and told me he’d heard it for years and never wanted to hear it again.

Then I caught Joyce Meyer the next morning saying God taught her that she had no business trying to teach her husband. That wasn’t her job. Well, that was definitely a message for me. And when I asked, Father said I could tell Hunny about God-things that happened to me during the day, but that’s all.

Within a month of being married, Hunny saw me reading a Bible and pointing at it told me that he never wanted to see that thing again. I put it in the bookcase and went into the bathroom to cry. There, Father told me to hide a tiny New Testament in the bathroom. I thought that was odd. God was certainly not into confrontations. At least not in this instance.

Another month went by and I met a lady in the lunchroom at work who gave me her copy of God Calling. I read it to myself at the breakfast table and Hunny said nothing. But a couple days later he asked what it was about and then wanted me to read the entry for that day. And I did so. He said nothing and I said nothing afterward.

Next day, I read the entry to myself and closed the book. Hunny said, “Aren’t you going to read it to me? Don’t you want me to have a good day?” So, I ended up reading it out loud every day.

He was still an alcoholic. Not much changed except he said that he didn’t like going to the bar alone and wanted me to go with him. So, I did. Father indicated that he wanted me to agree with everything Hunny said. That worried me. What should I do if he ever asked me to do something illegal. Father said he’d cover me on that front.

After a year, Hunny decided we were moving out of state. So we bought a house in the new place and made our first trip loaded with a bunch of our stuff. It was a ridiculously heavy load and we drove through a downpour most of the way. When time came for the next trip, Hunny said we were going to the nearest truck stop and ask for someone deadheading our way to take our stuff. It was a big risk so he wanted to pray in the parking lot before going inside. And we did.

That was such a miraculous move and we made a wonderful new friend.

Almost two years into the marriage, Hunny was delivered from alcohol one night. It was a wild, mystifying, supernatural thing. And I had nothing to do with it. At least not in the usual sense.

I’m not going to go through our miraculous events year by year, but it became a way of life for us for 30 years. Hunny only chose to attend church regularly when he met Zenon. The guy looked like an old hippie and he had Sunday service every week. The only thing he taught was Love. Hunny adored him and a year later Zenon passed into eternity. That was the end of Hunny’s church-going but not our miraculous lifestyle. That continued every day, every week, and every year.

I have oversimplified the story for the sake of brevity, because every miraculous event and encounter is a story in itself. My point in this story is that when I’m telling my stories, almost every one of them has an aspect that is not acceptable in the common christian lifestyle. It actually seems to confuse most christians. They can’t believe this could work or be from God. And they definitely could never live this way.

Well, I can only remember how I lived the common christian lifestyle. I was raised in it. Daddy was a minister and so was my brother. But I never saw miracles. And I don’t believe it necessarily had anything to do with church itself, but with that lifestyle. So many people are go-between’s with God. Pastors and leaders and groups. Our prayers, our decisions, our day to day, goes through that network.

Mine began on my own. Just God and me. And once that clicked into gear, he brought Hunny in too and that was all we needed.

How did I get from the christian lifestyle to this? Well, that is another story, I suppose. It wasn’t one thing. And it covered a whole lot of years and life. But Father was always there. Always.

I can only say…make sure you’re still talking to him or at least remember he’s still talking to you. That is the most important key to life. Period.

He is everything. He’s all. The I Am.

Faith