When was the last time God spoke to you via email? A few weeks ago, I got a random email from someone I barely know. The message included no greeting or closing. Only the words: “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.”
Most likely, I received that email by accident, but I recognized God wanted me to get that message because He knew I’d been feeling worried. The troubles I was facing weren’t out of the ordinary, but they’d stolen my peace and made me forget God’s care for me.
I didn’t mention my “email from God’ to anyone, but a few days later when my husband and I visited friends, I got the message again. When our friend handed me a teacup, I saw the words, clear as a bell, on the side of that cup:
“Stop the car!” I said. My teen daughter had managed to hit the gas and make the car lurch forward in first gear, but we were going a lot faster than I’d anticipated. It was her first driving lesson. We were in an almost empty parking lot at 8:00 a.m., but there were a few other vehicles around and I didn’t trust her steering skills.