Inspirational stories

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  maria flor

  Does God Still Speak To Us?
  
  A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible
  Study.
  The Pastor had shared about listening to God and
  obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't
  help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"
  
  After service he went out with some friends for
  coffee and pie and they discussed the message.
  Several different ones talked about how God had led
  them in different ways. It was about ten 'clock
  when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his
  car, he just began to pray, "God.. If you still
  speak to people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my
  best to obey."
  
  As he drove down the main street of his town, he
  had the strangest thought, to stop and buy a gallon of
  milk. He shook his head and said out loud, "God is
  that you?" He didn't get a reply and started on
  toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon
  of
  milk. The young man thought about Samuel and how he
  didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little
  Samuel ran to Eli.
  
  "Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the
  milk."
  It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience.
  He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased
  the gallon of milk and started off toward home. As
  he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn
  down that street."
  
  "This is crazy," he thought and drove on past the
  intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn
  down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned
  back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he
  said out loud, "Okay, God, I will."
  
  He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like
  he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and
  looked around. He was in semi-commercial area of town. It
  wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst of
  neighborhoods either.
  
  The businesses were closed and most of the houses
  looked dark like the people were already in bed.
  Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to
  the people in the house across the street." The
  young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked
  like the people were either gone or they were
  already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat
  back in the car seat.
  
  "Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and
  if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will
  look stupid."
  
  Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.
  Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is
  you, I will go to the door and I will give them the
  milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person,
  okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will
  count for something but if they don't answer right away, I
  am out of here."
  
  He walked across the street and rang the bell. He
  could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled
  out, "Who is it? What do you want?"
  
  Then the door opened before the young man could get
  away. The man was standing there in his jeans and
  T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He
  had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem
  too happy to have some stranger standing on his
  doorstep.
  
  "What is it?"
  
  The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here,
  I brought this to you."
  
  The man took the milk and rushed down a hall way
  speaking loudly in Spanish.
  Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the
  milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her
  holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears
  streaming down his face. The man began speaking and
  half crying, "We were just praying. We had some big
  bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't
  have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and
  asking God to show me how to get some milk." His
  wife in the kitchen yelled out,
  
  "I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an
  Angel?"
  
  The young man reached into his wallet and pulled all
  the money he had on him and put it in the man's
  hand.
  He turned and walked back toward his car and the
  tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God
  still answers prayers.
  
  "God doesn't want us to do great things, only small
  things with great
  love."
  -----Mother Theresa
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  Paul.

  A very touching dream, it's a lesson. I still feel creeps on my skin.