The Epistles of Fayetteville: IV

Epistle IV – The First Breath After the Question

Hey Father,

I learned another valuable lesson today and had to share it with our friends. You hear everything, and when we ask, You truly answer — just rarely as we expect. The answer often comes in that first breath after the question, that impulse before our own thoughts start to stir. That’s where I noticed You today, as on most days.

I found this out, not by accident as I first thought, but by Your design. Last night, before bed, I was cleaning up and asked quietly in my spirit, “What time should I wake up tomorrow?” And in an instant, deep within, came the reply — fast, wordless, clear: Set it for nine hours. So I did. I didn’t even question why I’d asked at all, since I usually set it for eight hours after I lay down. Did You plant that question in me too, Beloved?

After prayer this morning — perfectly timed, I see now — You stopped me right when I needed to stop and led me into a rhythm that made the rest of the day align in hidden ways. The first ride request was a $75 trip toward Raleigh. I had asked You days ago if You wanted me to go visit my dad, and if so, that You’d provide a way through Lyft. I thought the answer had been no. But three days later, after obeying that small whisper about when to sleep and when to wake, You spoke again: I never said no — only not yet.

Two prayers, Father — for my finances and for my dad — answered in one act of obedience. You provided the pay for gas, the time for the drive, and the reminder that You never waste anything. Not even our smallest moments in the flesh.

So I went to visit my dad, and I think I reached him this time. Still I pray: heal the wounds in his heart from a life lived hard. Let him learn to love as You love. Minister to him through the unsearchable riches only found in You. Salve the wounds from the pain he bore from his own family.

We all need to know You more. I pray that we would know You, Lord Yeshua, and through You know the Father by His Holy Spirit flowing within us.

There is no end to seeking You — only deeper beginnings.

My one step of obedience last night paved the way for my own prayer to be answered. I wonder now how often our unwillingness to listen keeps us from receiving what You’ve already prepared. Everything from last night to today, and even the week before, was interwoven, and at any moment along that thread I could have blocked my own blessing through inaction or inattentiveness. What blows my mind is how easy it is to do without awareness.

I believe I am starting to see the forces at play on the fringes now in the spiritual realms beyond sight. It is crazy how simple we can be led when not looking ahead of ourselves when walking.

We as a people are in a dangerous spot now as ever.

Crazy when I glimpse the edge of the weft to Your weave like today. Thank You.

As always,

Dust