Listening to the Spirit by Nancy J. Farrier

 

 

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As I’ve mentioned before, I take morning walks. I’ve done this for years, almost always alone – or without human company. I often use the time to pray, or to consider what I’ll be working on during the day. In the past few months I’ve had a couple of interesting experiences that gave me pause, and I thought I would share them with you.

 

In the spring, before we had finished moving back to Arizona, we were visiting and I went for a walk on a road where I used to walk. The dirt road follows the river near us and isn’t used much. Once in a great while I would see someone, usually hunters driving off to the hills to look for game.

 

The early morning was beautiful and the heat of the day hadn’t begun. So far, I hadn’t seen any wildlife. I was alone with my thoughts and perfectly content. Until, I heard a vehicle approaching.

 

Under normal circumstances, I would move to the side of the road and wait for them to pass. Because of the trees and undergrowth and the twists in the road, I couldn’t see the car yet, but could hear them coming. My heart began to pound. I broke out in a sweat. I had the overwhelming urge to hide. On the side of the road away from the river I noted a small trail. I raced up the path, around some dense brush and crouched down before the vehicle was within sight.

 

I held my breath as they drew closer. By this time, I was shaking and breathing as hard as if I’d run a long distance. The engine didn’t change as the car drew even with my hiding place. They weren’t moving fast but were going at a steady pace. I prayed so hard, unsure why I was so terrified. I am not easily scared and this made no sense to me. I’d seen people driving this road before and never felt the need to hide.

 

I didn’t leave my spot until the noise of the engine faded in the distance. Then I came out cautiously and hurried home, the fear receding as soon as the vehicle passed. I hadn’t seen the car or truck and had no idea of the make or color, or who might be driving. I filed away that odd incidence not sure what had happened and soon forgot the whole thing.

 

Two weeks ago, I was out hiking in the hills where I go now. I walk there every day and almost never see a person – and certainly never a vehicle. The terrain is very rough. Only a four-wheel-drive would be able traverse most of the road, some would be tough even for a four-wheel-drive. There hadn’t been any tire tracks since I’d started walking there so I knew it wasn’t.

 

At a point where I was about three miles from home, which means three miles from civilization, the sight of an oncoming vehicle surprised me. I stepped to the side of the road on the driver’s side of the vehicle and waited for them to pass. The driver stopped beside me and rolled down his window. The kids in the back rolled down their windows too. We chatted a few minutes and they offered me water, which I declined. They went on their way, and I continued on toward home.

 

On the walk home, I remembered that time months ago on the river road and the choking fear that came over me. This time there hadn’t been a hint of fear. None. Instead, I’d enjoyed the unexpected interaction and seeing the excitement on the children’s faces as they were headed off on an adventure.

 

Since then, I’ve spent time pondering the difference in these two experiences. I can’t shake the feeling that if I hadn’t listened to the inner nudge on the day I felt the fear, something horrible would have happened. I may never know the truth, but I do know something was off that day.

 

In the book of Acts, (13:4 and 16:7) the disciples are both sent out by the Holy Spirit and forbidden to go places by the guidance of the Spirit. I believe the Holy Spirit is instrumental in watching over me. Jesus sent Him as a comforter and to help us. I want to always be receptive to what He is saying to me. Sometimes, listening to the inner voice as the Holy Spirit speaks can be lifesaving. I am grateful for the fear that made me hide and that He is with me every step of the way.

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About Nancy J. Farrier

Nancy J Farrier is a best-selling, award winning author who lives in Southern California’s Mojave Desert. She loves the sun and mountains. Nancy and her husband have five children and two grandsons. When Nancy isn’t writing, she loves reading, needlecraft, playing with her cats, and spending time with her family.
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5 Responses to Listening to the Spirit by Nancy J. Farrier

  1. pathwaysoftheheart says:

    Nancy, you’ve got me so curious now. I want to know why the other vehicle was dangerous. I, too, felt that sensation when there was an evil presence around me. I was a young adult, single, walking home from a party alone in an apartment complex when I suddenly felt the presence of something evil. I started praying, but the Spirit told me to sing. I started singing every hymn I could remember, first quietly, then I was prompted to sing louder, so I did. I made it home safely. The next morning I learned that another young woman in the complex was abducted and raped the night before and I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that that could have been me because the danger was there for me as well. So I know what that presence was. Wonder what yours was?

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    • Nancy J. Farrier says:

      I have no idea what mine was. I do know that I am not a person to shake with fear like that. I have no doubt something horrible would have happened if I stayed on that road. Several years ago, I had a similar experience with an amazing result. Maybe I’ll share that the next time I blog. 🙂 Thanks for sharing. I am so glad you listened to the Spirit.

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  2. The Lord watches over us, I have no doubt. I once got called by a friend to pray with another friend, literally to pray her out of taking her own life. She didn’t (I am pleased to say) but this meant walking home by myself and it was past midnight with no one else in sight. Anyway i got to a certain place and quite distinctly heard a voice, gentle and calming, “Now trust me, my friend. Cross to the other side of the road. Walk quickly and keep your eyes looking to the path. Wait, until i tell you before looking around.” This I did and when finally the word came to cross back over the road, I glanced back and caught s glimpse of a shadowy figure who must have been hiding in an old fashioned entry-way. Another few steps and I turned the corner into my own street and home. “You will always be watched over” my angel voice said. “Just do as the Lord says”
    I was much, much younger but the memory still carried with me.

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