What's your Sign?

Shhh...don't tell anyone. I'm really supposed to be cleaning. I really should be cleaning. I really will be cleaning. But I knew I had to write this real quick post first.

Do you and God have a sign? Doesn't have to be a physical sign. Like mine is. When you are praying and talking to God and you need a confirmation; an "I Am here...I Am with you" from Him...what is it? A scripture that He pops into your mind, seemingly "out of the blue?" A worship song that you suddenly can't stop singing? A memory or a picture that floods your heart?

Or am I the only one?

One day, years ago, I was in the sanctuary at our church. Since I work at our church, I can go in there anytime to think, pray, cry, sing, play the piano, whatever I need. I do not remember the exact crisis, but it was a crisis. I know I was verbally calling out to God, laying out my petition, praying and praising Him. And I got nothing back. I finally said to Him, "please...can't you just give me Your answer in a bright green, flashing neon sign?"

No, I did not get my answer in a bright green flashing neon sign. But I did get the color green. If you know our sanctuary interior, you know there is a lot of blue and a lot of beige. Even in the stained glass window, there is not a whole lot of green.

The sanctuary was flooded in green. Almost like a fog. It was one of those, "am I really awake or am I half-asleep" kind of hazy experiences.

Even the stained glass was mostly green colors.

Since then, I love the color green. Which is hilarious because I have been an life-long green hater. Except for the fact that my eyes are green...you would never have caught me dead wearing green. On St. Patty's day I would lie and say my green was hidden under my outer layer of clothing (I know you catch my oh-so-subtle drift.)

But green it is.

This morning has been a quiet morning. As in...I've been quiet; reflective; nostalgic (thanks Annette for that buzz word this morning.) As I sat in the truck while Russell slid around the dumpster emptying a few bags of trash from my in-laws garage, I looked out toward the playground next to our church. Smack dab in the middle of a patch of snow-covered brown grass and limbs was a bright spot of green. My heart was flooded with gratefulness. I wasn't looking for Him. But He wanted me to know He was there, just the same.

Green. It's all Good.

Thanks for taking a moment to read the fastest post I've ever written! Couldn't wait to get it out to y'all. Ask Him for a sign. He loves to show Himself to us.

Love y'all.