So it happened again.

I realize the first time finding my own name on an autographed CD was bizarre. But finding it two times? What are the odds? I mean we have better chances of having someone normal run for President in our lifetimes.

But I’m starting to wonder if it’s another God-wink where God shows up and speaks to me in what seems like an insignificant way. Maybe that’s why I miss what God is saying to me because I keep looking for earthquakes and tornadoes and thunderclouds while God is whispering in a still small voice. I look for pillars of fire when God uses autographed CDs with messages for me on them.

I also never expected Goodwill to be the place where God spoke to me. I figured it would more likely be in a church or a historic building but never in a thrift store. But I suppose people have met God in stranger and far more unlikely places than that.

Maybe my job isn’t to figure out the best places where God can speak to me but to keep my ears and eyes open wherever I am so that I can actually hear God speaking. Hopefully, the lesson will stick this time.