God called me to the woodshed

My wife Tonya and I have a little joke between us that I’m going to share with you today about when God called me into the office.

For years now it’s been a very common practice for me to wake up in the middle of the night and spend quiet time with the Lord. Let me share one of those nights with you from roughly a year ago.

It was the Fall of 2017. On this particular night, I woke up in bed and had a strong sense that God wanted to say something to me. So I got up and headed to my office (my prayer closet), where He and I spend time together.

As I settled in, I feel like He spoke to me. Now, realize, I’m not saying I heard the audible voice of our Lord. It was more like a strong impression on my heart. Here is what I heard:


That shook me up and served to have me do some serious soul-searching.

I was reminded of this yesterday as I was having a discussion with Henry. Henry made a comment to me that in all our conversations so far he hadn’t heard me hype up the compensation plan at all. But rather my focus had always been on evangelism, Kingdom building, and worship. I, of course, realize we all need to make money so we can pay our bills and owe no man anything but to love them (Rom 13:8). And that money in and of itself are not bad, but rather “the love of money is the root of all evil” (1 Tim 6:10).

So, my prayer for all of you reading this is that God would bring you to the woodshed also. That you would come out of that place and be able to say:

“I will seek first Your Kingdom and Your Righteousness (Matt 6:33). Lord, knowing that all things will be added to me and I will have no need because You have supplied me (Phill 4:19).”


Fast forward now a few months and I start waking up numerous times right on the minute at 3:33 in the am.

Once or twice and I can question the coincidence. Half a dozen times and counting and I find myself questioning God. Are You trying to tell me something? What is it? No answer. This was not every night but often enough to really start bugging me. And I’m starting to get a bit agitated.

GOD WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME? A little help here, please. More time passes and yes I wake up at 3:33 a number of times. 

Now around the end of October 2018, I start having the idea of ministering to people after finishing their job. And one day I muster up the courage to actually try it for the first time, with a customer, after she has finished up her job.

This lady was overwhelmed that I cared enough to not only anoint her with oil but also to pray with her about some health challenges. We finish up and I head back to my truck feeling very satisfied that I had perhaps found my destiny after all. As I start up my truck I glanced at the clock and guess what? Yup, it was 3:33 pm.

Thank You, God, for answering my question.