Don't Ask Your Neighbor...
When I rededicated my life to God as an adult, I decided I should probably attend Bible Study. One day, I finally mustered up the courage to go. When I walked in, one of the ministers ushered me into a room and said, “This is where you need to be.” It was called Spiritual Enrichment. I actually wanted to go to the general Bible Study class… But I stayed. When I entered, the women were in prayer—speaking in what I now know to be tongues. I grew up in the Anglican Church… I had never experienced anything like that before. So I immediately started praying: “God, please protect me…” Because I truly didn’t know what was going on, what they were saying, or who they were speaking to. (Grace for a new babe 😄) After the prayer, the lesson was so interesting that I decided to keep going back. A few weeks later, I was driving home from class—full of questions. I remember thinking: “I need to ask the teacher all of this next time…” But as I was driving, I noticed a song playing in my head. No radio. Just the same words, over and over again. Later that night, standing in my closet preparing for the next day, I said the words out loud: “Don’t ask your neighbor… come to me. Don’t be afraid.” I immediately burst into laughter. “OK, God… I hear you.” From that moment on, I started writing my questions down. And God began to teach me. Through His Word. Through messages. Through people. I would write the question… And He would lead me to the answer. 🕊So let’s flip the script… Don’t ask your neighbor—go to God.🕊 Search the Scriptures. Seek Him for yourself. That’s how relationship is built.