The Story of the Compass

It was a Thursday. March 26, 2015. I was sitting at the kitchen table having some quiet time with Jesus. The Lord had been stirring my spirit for quite some time letting me know a change was coming in ministry. My natural, female side had lots of questions. How would all this work out? When? Details, please! I sighed and prayed a genuine prayer for direction. God had never failed us and I knew He wasn’t going to start now!

I had found a verse I wanted to underline, but where was that certain pen I liked to use?

We had a bookshelf in the kitchen with a mixture of Bible study and recipe books. On the top shelf was a tall solid jar that I used to put pens in for handy use. I slid out of my chair and looked down inside the jar. From the dust around the top, I had not used it in a while. No pens here, but what was that down in the bottom?! I reached inside and pulled out a toy compass. Now I had just prayed a prayer for direction and God put a compass in my hand. Angelia, I Am guiding your life! Trust Me!

Wow God. You are Amazing! I knew exactly where the compass had come from, even though I had not seen it in over three years. Undoubtedly Buck had come to supper one night with it in his hand. I had most likely said, “No toys at the table!” He then turned around, spied the jar, and tossed it in! God had it in safe keeping for the day I would need confirmation of God’s guidance in my life. Once again, after his death, the Lord had used Buck to point me back to Jesus.

I sat down and had a good mama cry and then filled my journal with words from the Holy Spirit about how He is our lifelong compass. I will share just three words that compare a compass and the work of our precious Holy Spirit.

1. Direction
2. Correction
3. Protection

So this is why I named my blog “Be My Compass”. It has become my lifelong prayer. I pray it is yours too.