God Is Talking But Do We Listen??

God is talking but do we listen??

I have been a true believer since I was very young….talk to God on a regular basis.  Through the years I haven’t asked for much, always thought that my issues were way too small to bother God with…I talk with him about them just never really asked him to do anything about it, what will be will be.

Well that all changed for me two and a half years ago when I lost my Mother, Amelia Gallagher,  unexpectedly.  I asked God why? How could he take her away from me? I grieve for her everyday and always will, but there is one thing that weighs so heavy on my mind and that is – is she OK?  I wrote a blog a while back, “My Holiday Miracle” , about a time when I know God was answering me….

Since I was young I have been visiting Myrtle Beach. I love to walk along the ocean looking for sea shells. I can do this for miles lost in the moment. I have found a whole sand dollar once on the shores of Myrtle but never a whole conch shell.

Last week I was on vacation in Myrtle Beach and we were staying in a park called Pirate Land on the ocean.  While I was there I spent some time walking and talking with God again about my Mom and my concern if I only knew for sure that she was OK that living my life would be a little easier without her…

It was morning time and my husband and I decided to take a walk on the beach while the children were still sleeping and enjoy the beach while there were not as many people out.  I was walking along looking at the shells and there it was – a little conch shell, perfect! I was so excited I told my husband “this is the first one I had ever found!” So when I arrived back at the camper I showed the children my find.  They tried to share in my joy but were not quite as excited as I was. But that was OK. I thought it was the prettiest little shell….

Late that same night I went for a long walk on the beach, sometime around midnight, once again talking with God about my Mom and how I just needed to know somehow some way.  The beach is such a peaceful place at night with the moonlight on the ocean the sound of the waves…. I don’t think there is a place easier to talk to God about what is on your mind!

The next morning was our last day at the beach and I have to say I was sorry that it was time to go home.  So my husband and I decided to take advantage of the beach one last time before we started packing up.  We were walking along talking, there were other couples out doing the same…. and I was looking at the shells.  Where we were staying it was hard to find just a regular shell in one piece because of the way the waves break in that area… But there in my path was another conch shell!! This time it was as big as my hand!! As I reached down and picked it up I got this overwhelming feeling that God was trying to tell me something…my Mom IS OK and she is with him. I am sure of it!

All those years of looking for a conch shell and never finding one until this trip, on a beach where there were hardly any shells in one piece.  After my long talks with God about what I needed from him, how could I not listen…..

Luke 11:9 So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.