God in the Laundry Room

A conversation in the laundry room

I don't remember the day, but the year was 2013. I was serving in the Air Force and deployed to the Middle East. We had a group that would sit around in a circle and talk about God and religion after a long day at work while smoking a cigar. I had no expectation that this period would lead to an interaction with God. I was tired, deployed, and mostly just trying to make sense of things.

WHEN GOD TALKED BACK

One evening I walked into the laundry room to do a load. One of the two lights was burnt out — these were tube fluorescent lights. I don't know what prayer is, per se, but I was "praying." I wasn't reciting any of the prayers I grew up with; I was talking to God about everything I was going through at the time.

While I was in the room, I specifically remember asking God to show me that He heard me. I was asking for a sign. At that exact moment, the burnt-out light turned back on. I froze. I was not sure it was God — not yet. I knew I had asked for a sign and immediately received one, but still — it could have been anything, right?

I finished doing my laundry and packed up. As I walked out the door, the light immediately turned back off. The thing is, the light was burnt out. It wasn't flickering. It wasn't dim. It was out. I spoke to God — the light came on. I finished and walked out — the light was back out. Walking past the room later that week, the light was still out.

This is my testimony of a time when I truly feel God talked back.

A REFLECTION

This is my personal testimony. I write this to capture moments I believe could be miracles of a sort. What about you? Can you remember a time when God talked back, answered a prayer, or revealed Himself? Make sure to document your experience, and please feel free to share so we can post it!

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