So a few weeks ago I was leaving work late. It was a Friday and I was really excited to get home and hang out with my family. I love Fridays! As I was walking out the door, one of my co-workers asked me which way I was headed. I immediately knew what he was really asking. He wanted a ride home but didn't want to come out and say it. (Please note: this individual is a very nice guy. He and I get along just fine. I would simply say we just don't know each other well enough to be super close or connected.) Anyway, I told him which way I was going and he said "Ok. Nevermind." After further inquiry it turned out that he indeed did need a ride home. I wish I could say that I readily and willingly offered to take him home, but instead I told him that I lived in the opposite direction and wished him luck!
I walked out the door and almost immediately got a pit in my stomach!
"What's this? All I want to do is get home to my family. What's more important anyway? Why am I being nudged? After all, if I took him home I would be losing important family time!"
These thoughts kept me walking towards my truck feeling very justified and confident in my choice to move on. Then came another pit, an additional nudge! I was determined to get home and tried, in vain, to ignore the second prompting.
As I approached my truck, the nudges had done their damage. Now all I had were racing thoughts about talks I'd heard and read about ignoring the promptings of the Spirit. So, in one last desperate attempt to push the promptings aside, I decided I would call Anna to get the official stamp of approval... hoping there was some kind of emergency that only I could remedy with my prompt and safe arrival home. As I spoke to Anna and explained the situation honestly, we both felt the spirit very strongly and I knew I needed to give him a ride home.
Well, the rest is history. I went back in, told him to grab his jacket and off we went. Unfortunately for the reader, this story probably seems all too ordinary and uninspiring. But the lesson I learned that day didn't come during the mostly quiet car ride with my co-worker, nor did it come while feeling the spirit on the phone with Anna. The real lesson came right after I dropped this man off. Tears came to my eyes as the spirit testified to me, right there in my truck, that I would be trusted to receive more promptings because I had listened, (eventually), to this seemingly unremarkable one.