I spoke with God last night......

Out of the blue last night... I saw the figure of a man sitting in my bedroom chair. He was watching me as I was about to climb into bed....

Well you can imagine how shocked and surprised I was. Sitting down quickly I stupidly gawped at him.

Silence surrounded us... penetrating the whole of my being as well as my senses ... sitting quietly... It was almost as if I knew who he was. Being the owner of that information didn’t make me any the less dumfounded. So ... I continued to sit calmly as I certainly did not feel threatened. I decided to wait until he spoke, this was my bedroom and if I remembered rightly, I hadn’t invited him here.

In the surround sound-less noise of silence, I observed the man’s physical presence ... Being a woman, I quickly noted he was very handsome... In a sort of rugged kind of way with the most beautiful brown eyes any man should ever have in his possession. His hair was long to the shoulder; it had a kink that ran straight through it. He possessed a fully grown beard and moustache, which enhanced the brown colour of his hair and eyes. If he had been standing, he looked as if he would have reached 6ft easy and his build appeared athletic, although it was really hard to tell because he was tightly wrapped up in a long thick dark overcoat. He looked cold. His eyes gently flicked from my eyes to my hands to the wall to my eyes and still he did not speak. Many minutes passed and I became fed up of waiting for him to speak, so I asked him...

“Are you God?” Silence broken, he responded with a warm wonderful husky hoarseness.

“Yes my child” the goose bumps were prevalent, I rubbed my arms hoping they would disappear.

“Why are you here?”

“You called out for me”

“No... No honestly, I didn’t”

“Yes my child you did, you didn’t just call out for me you screamed”

Sat there, I wondered what to make of it. If I didn’t know any better I would say I was asleep but I knew I wasn’t.

“You have me at a loss; I don’t remember calling, shouting, or even screaming for you”

My room lit up with the warmth of gods smile....

“Its ok child, you don’t have to worry yourself, it will come back to you and when it does I will be here”

More time passed and still we sat there....

“It’s not coming back God... I still don’t remember”

His face smiled again... It was during that smile I remembered....

Once I had called out to god because I was distressed with life, with bad memories, with difficulties. He didn’t answer me... so there and then, I told him in no uncertain terms... I was not happy with him or his messengers. I reminded him that sometime in the past I had needed help and support but when I’d asked he was not there....

Again the room lit up and I watched as this beautiful man leaned forward,

“Child I was there, just like I am now... only this time you caught me... you have caught me on one of my many visits”

“So you’re trying to tell me, you come here often” His head nodded rhythmically ...

“How come I have never seen you before then?”

“You have my child... you have, you just don’t remember”

Thinking about all the times I had needed him, here he was in the flesh telling me he was always here, always had been and always would be ... my heart couldn’t help wondering why I had never felt him before.

Reading my thoughts, god told me he was going to allow me to remember this visit, he realised it was very important for me to understand he was on my side. This was not going to be the last visit.... Oh No... There were to be more... Softly he asked me if the next time he came he could bring one of his messengers, another of his reasons for visiting this evening was to also let me know it was my turn to become aware... fully aware of my purpose here on earth....

If I had gawped at him earlier, then my eyes must have suddenly become huge, round, shiny saucers ... If it's one thing I have always known... It's that I happened for a reason...

God smiled, his eyes twinkled and this time he lit up my heart...

“Now my child go back to sleep dream sweet dreams of vivid memories.... your in my heart and always will be, one day when the time is right you will be a messenger... a messenger of great importance”

“I’m a messenger?” My heart raced with excitement as I climbed into bed.

“Not yet my child, one day your work will be extraordinarily exceptional”

I looked at god and thanked him from the bottom of my heart for coming to see me. I told him I looked forward to our next chat...

Smiling he pulled the bedclothes up to my chin... Looking up, I asked if he could bring the messenger soon, I wanted to talk with a real live Messenger... smiling again he gently touched my forehead.

A shrill shrieking alarm sounded off... Jumping up, I grabbed my clock.... sitting there I looked around my room but alas the bedroom and its chair were empty....