Yesterday, I was scrolling through my insta, and lit on the account of some permies I know. And...I felt moved by the Spirit to pray for their oldest son who I know has drifted away from their lifestyle. I don't know why it struck then, I kind of wanted to ask but well, that's family stuff and not polite. So I prayed for them and the kid - that he'd be okay and they'd be okay. And then I cowarded out about telling her until this morning. (Because: weird, right?)
I messaged her this morning letting her know that I prayed.
Turns out yesterday was the first time in two years they've seen that son. And they saw him because he was in trouble.
So.
That's kind of freaking me out. It's not the faith tradition that I grew up with, it's not a faith expression that's customary for me, it's not a faith experience that I'm comfortable with.
I mean, not that my comfort matters in this.
I wasn't even asking for a sign! (I don't generally look for signs and wonders; again, not the way my faith operates.)
I guess God decided I needed a sign, though.
I'm still parsing that.
