It seems that whenever God opens my mouth to speak His Word, especially through my writings, He confirms it in my hearing. Usually, because the confirmation is for my personal reassurance, I don't post it. But, this time, as if people don't already think I'm crazy enough, God spoke a word of reassurance that had me walking down the street laughing out loud, at what must’ve seemed like nothing, to those who saw me.
God, being who He is, while He speaks to every other Prophet in dreams, could have chosen one who specialized in many languages with whom to speak face-to-face; but, He instead chose one who could scarcely string together a coherent sentence. That stuttering Moses. I mean it was so bad that God sent along back-up, in the...