Walks around my grandparents' farm are one of my most favorite things to do. It is a place where I can go and quiet my heart and my thoughts. Yesterday morning I went out and walked, sat, cried, and poured my heart out to God. I asked Him for a sign. Something. Anything.
I got nothing.
But then I reminded myself how all of a nature is His sign. His creation, His design, His beauty, His love, His sense of humor. So I sat and drank it in and asked not to miss the language He speaks through nature.
This morning, I went out and started my walk by picking some pretty yellow flowers. I made my way through the farm, sat, cried, and poured my heart out to God again. On my walk home, I walked through a field of clover. I looked down and thought how there must be a four leaf clover in this field some place.
"God, it would be so cool to find a four leaf clover. Just to know that you hear me."
I heard in my head to keep looking. So I did.
Then I heard another voice. A familiar voice. A voice of doubt, of accusation, of disbelief.
"You are not going to find a four leaf clover. God doesn't care about you", the voice said.
I responded. "Shut up, Satan! I don't need to find a four leaf clover to know that God cares about me. So you can bite me!" (Yeah, I actually said, 'so you can bite me'. I know that's not exactly appropriate language, but then when you're dealing with the voice of an enemy, I don't think you have to be appropriate.)
I took one step further, looked down, and saw a four leaf clover. No lie! True story!
Now, this all take place over a span of about 45 seconds. I wasn't looking on and on trying to find this four leaf clover.
You may believe what you want. You may believe it was just a coincidence. You may believe I'm crazy that I had these thoughts in my head. You may think they were just my thoughts and not actually the voice of God and the whispers of Satan.
But I know in my heart that this was God speaking to me. Reminding me that He hears, He cares, He answers, and He loves me.