Is there anything you can share when you were directed by God to do or say?

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Is there anything you can share when you were directed by God to do or say?
No kidding there I was and God said do this and say that? And my natural mind said . who’s this talking to me?
 
There was once when I was making fun of someone for being a vegetarian (I was in middle School I’d never do this now as an adult). And the Lord brought Romans 14 to mind and asked me to please shut my mouth.
 
Not me, but once upon a time, I was standing in the line at the bank in a city about 400 miles away from where I lived, taking an icon workshop. It was a looooooong wait, because there was a lot of complicated paperwork stuff happening in the teller line, and we’re all standing around bored, not making eye contact.

The lady in front of me was a little old black grandma who had fun socks she was proud of, so she tried making a little conversation, and everyone was ignoring her. So I lifted my pants leg a little and showed her I was wearing fun socks as well. We chatted a little. Then she said, “You’re not doing what you’re supposed to be doing.”

And I’m thinking, “Well, yeah, I’m on vacation, so others are taking care of my responsibilities,” and I say something to that effect.

And she’s like, “No, you’re supposed to be teaching people about God, and you’re not.”

And I’m like, “Ah, thank you for telling me; I appreciate it.”

I had taught religious ed for several years, but had gotten frustrated and annoyed that my kids didn’t seem to be learning anything, because it wasn’t part of their home life. So they’re in junior high/high school, and they still don’t know what an Evangelist is, and they’re not solid on a Hail Mary or a Glory Be, or whatever. So I’d decided to step back and let someone else run religious ed, hoping that maybe they could get through to them, and give me a chance to step back and pay attention to my own kids, because religious ed was scheduled for when I usually put them down for bed. But I knew it was just an excuse in my head, and that few people in the parish had… fluency? …in the material that was being covered.

So, maybe she had a message from God. Or maybe she was just a random nut. Either way, she was a sweet little old lady with fun socks. It might have been easy for her to say that, or it might have been very, very embarrassing, but she said it anyways. I don’t know.

But I signed back up to teach religious ed the next time, and people were happy, because the people who had taken it over had just done games and snacks. And while games and snacks are good, and can be educational in their own way-- it had turned more into “youth group” than it had “religious ed.” So this time around, I made sure to try and change my approach by having snacks more consistently, and providing a fun game or a craft on top of the lesson, just for the change of pace, and we worked in evening Mass attendance to let them participate actively as readers and altar servers, and I think that improved things as well. 💙

My high schoolers still can’t necessarily tell you what an Evangelist is, or name more than two Apostles, or name more than two Commandments, or say a Hail Mary without getting lost halfway through. But I’m doing my part, and I trust God to take care of the rest.
 
I had a really bad day at work (self employed), I had gotten so mad at a customer for not paying I lost my cool, I mouthed off in front of the lunch crowd there and flew out of the parking lot squeeling tires. This broke a three year period that I had been very conscience about not sinning, so I had let my self down and had acted like a donkey in front of everyone.

That night at bed time feeling terrible for my actions, my final prayer was this, “Lord, what would you do?”

I fell asleep with that prayer. Then at 11:28 PM I was awakened with Jesus telling me “What do you mean what would I do?” I was stunned and sat up in my bed. That’s when I saw Jesus on the Cross, sweating, bleeding, staring at me as I was mezmerized and He finished the sentence “I would give my life! Don’t labor for money, labor for love!”

I learned a valuable lesson and money will never come before love ever again. I had a dog tag made the next day to hang in my work truck to remind me of that vision and why I work. (Please Note: This uploaded content is no longer available.)
 
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Nothing directly/clearly by God.

But today I could have avoided a crappy situation, but doing so maaaaaay get me into very serious trouble later on. But it did feel like God was about to yell at me for even thinking about that. I tried walking away but i physically couldn’t do so without feeling sick. So i did the right thing, which was extremely inconvenient for me.

Never really had an experience when the holy spirit shows itself to me like that, but I guess my conscience makes up for it by being annoyingly correct and loud all the time.
 
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One time I was having a usual banal dream when all of a sudden I was hanging off a cliff and about to fall… and there appears in the air a lady to help me up. No conversation just effortlessly pulled me up and disappears and I was safe. The whole scene was just seconds, I can’t explain how but I felt I was aware of my whole life up to that point. I woke up and knew my life had to change. It was a long process but I’ve never looked back.
 
this is beautiful! Did u really see like visuals or more like in your mind?
Did you learn how to labor for love?
I am trying the same for so many months now. Doing hard work, getting up super early, being pushed around, so much want to learn how to labor for love
 
From that point on my attitude about work changed. I then saw each job as a gift from God first and foremost, rather than just a money making opportunity. From then on I knew I had to see Christ in all my customers, that was my real job first, to love them the way Christ loved me, with compassion, mercy, AND expecting nothing in return. Sure getting paid is nice and necessary, but forgiving someone when they wrong you is even nicer and even more necessary.

Seeing Christ on the Cross the way I did that night was seeing His labor for love for me, He labored to carry that Cross, and He labored upon it dieing for me, He gave EVERYTHING He had even though He knew I would not always live up to my end of paying Him what i owe Him, a life without sin.

I think it’s why I saw Him so bloody and sweaty, His hair drenched as He labored upon that Cross. to show me what real love looks like! Real love is a labor and it takes sacrifice even when we know the other person might short change us. And what happened when I lost my cool and acted secular? I carried a very heavy burden, anger, resentment, thoughts of revenge, it ate me up inside!

And that right there is why I truly believe my vision was at the exact time it was, 11:28. Jesus wanted me to learn one more lesson, that lesson is stamped on the flip side of the dog tag I had made, you can find that lesson by reading Matthew chapter 11, verse 28.

My vision was a private revelation and I’m only telling what it meant to me personally. I apply it to everything I do now, not just employment but even for work around the house or helping family and friends with chores. If I do it out of LOVE I do it for Christ. And yes, it was a visual, my eyes were wide open when I sat up in bed. It was brief but that imagine is seared into my mind forever by the burning love of Christ.
 
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I hope that most of the things I do these days is because God wants me to do them… I’m not talking about anything special, mystical etc, but rather about doing God’s Will - which would be what He wants, and not just what I want. And I guess doing my duties, prayer and showing love to my family, being nice to people etc is just that. Again - that’s what all Catholics, serious about their faith and God, do. As for saying things - then I am not sure - I am rather a bit too impulsive still in my speech - it’s a lot better now but I still say things I don’t want to say, and am sorry for being stupid afterwards (things like impatient comment to kids or silly conversations with adults - that’s more rare too).

But once I did feel like God was putting words in my mouth, and the occasion was special, and I felt different too, like it was Jesus in me talking, because I felt more loving for that person then ever. That conversation was a few years ago, with my mother, a militant atheist, who then for the first time honestly wanted to know why??? I converted/reverted to faith (before that it was more like negative comments and suspicion of some sort and waiting when this would pass - she actually made a bet with my brother that I’d get over it like after three years - or something like that). I was so surprised after the conversation ended and I felt so warm inside (not in a sense of temperature), it was amazing.

As for more direct inspirations, like sudden impulse to do something that turned beneficial to my soul, or answered a question I had - these happen too. I guess that’s quite common, too. After all the Holy Spirit inspires all of us all the time to do the good deeds, and to avoid occasions of sin and so on.
 
I can’t say that it happened like how you’re portraying, but I began to feel very convicted that I personally can and should do something to help unite the Body of Christ. When I read in both the Catechism, and in Pope Benedict’s Compendium of the Catechism, that such a motive is given by the Spirit, I felt like God is directing me. 🙂
 
I was having a lot of difficulty in my marriage, about to lose my house, and fighting a difficult sin. I had just became Catholic and decided to start praying the rosary. Every time I would start to pray there were constant interruptions. I tried different areas, nothing helped. Finally, one day as I drove down the road, a voice told me to change a bedroom into a prayer room. This bedroom was filled with 2 sister in laws stuff, my kids old toys, and furniture. I went down there immediately and cleaned it out, set it up, and said my first rosary that night. Have been praying there ever since and I can’t help but believe that the Holy Spirit guided me to do it. Also, just so it’s not left out there, house is saved, marriage is top notch, still fighting sin, but we all do.
 
I woke up one morning and heard a voice in my mind clearly say “It’s time to move your mother in to live with you” At the time my mother was living in a retirement community and was beginning to have more serious health problems.

It was clear to me that it was the voice of the Holy Spirit and it was a command, not a suggestion. So, I immediately called my mother and asked her if she wanted to move in with me and she was thrilled.

Thirty days later I had cleaned out her apartment and she was living with me. A month after that she became deathly ill and was diagnosed with colon cancer and spent five weeks in the hospital followed by six weeks in rehab.

By having her live with me and not pay rent on an apartment I was able to hire caregivers for her when she came home from rehab. I was also able to spend much more time with her. She died a year after moving in with me.
 
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