We talked about them this morning in Sunday School as we were discussing the workings of the Trinity, especially the Holy Spirit.
For me, it’s that feeling in the pit of my stomach that I have to do something. Something I may not necessarily want to do or could be difficult or make me seem weird. But I feel a strong urge to do it, something I can’t repress.
There have been times that I’ve ignored these, despite the difficulty to do so. Times where I thought I might seem a little too strange, calling up someone and telling them, “God told me to tell you about this song.”
But I try to follow through on these nudges. Because I don’t want to know what will happen if I don’t.
It always makes me think of Peter.
1Afterward Jesus appeared again to his disciples, by the Sea of Tiberias.It happened this way: 2Simon Peter, Thomas (called Didymus), Nathanael from Cana in Galilee, the sons of Zebedee, and two other disciples were together. 3“I’m going out to fish,” Simon Peter told them, and they said, “We’ll go with you.” So they went out and got into the boat, but that night they caught nothing.
4Early in the morning, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples did not realize that it was Jesus.
5He called out to them, “Friends, haven’t you any fish?” “No,” they answered.
6He said, “Throw your net on the right side of the boat and you will find some.” When they did, they were unable to haul the net in because of the large number of fish. John 21:1-6, NIV
The disciples had been fishing all night and caught nothing. And then this man came (Jesus, but they didn’t recognize Him), and told them to cast the net again.
I can imagine my response. “Um, hello, what does it LOOK like I’m doing? And it hasn’t worked, yo!” (Well, I might not say yo. Especially not in Bible times.)
But I can imagine that tug on Peter’s heart that told him he needed to follow through. To do what he had been doing all night, but this time in God’s power. And it brough great results.
It’s been awhile since I felt that divine nudge. I haven’t been in the Word like I need to be since Libbie’s birth. I can blame it on a million things, but really, it’s just me. It’s making time. And I believe the more we are seeking God, the more He will seek us to do His work, in His time. The more His divine finger will be poking me on the shoulder, as I hear the whisper: “Now.”