It Was Waiting for Me
Morning Whispers with Holy Spirit – Companion, Friend, and Helper: It Was Waiting for Me
I woke up earlier than usual.
1:30 a.m.
No noise. No reason. Just… awake.
The room was still. Frankie shifted once at the foot of the bed, then settled.
I reached over and picked up my Bible. Still in the box.
I turned on the lamp beside the bed.
When I opened it, that smell hit me—that newness.
I paused… just breathing it in.
“You like that.”
I smiled a little.
I do.
“You’ve been wanting this one.”
I ran my fingers along the page. I have… for years.
“Why didn’t you get it before?”
I stilled. I couldn’t find it like this… large print… and I didn’t want to just settle.
“You didn’t.”
I leaned back against the pillows. And yesterday…
“You walked right to it.”
I shook my head slightly. I wasn’t even really looking.
“You were.”
That made me stop. I looked down at the Bible again.
No… I just went into Half Price Books.
“You went because I told you to.”
I exhaled. That’s true.
“And when you got there?”
It was right there.
“Eye level.”
I smiled. Eye level.
“Already set.”
I felt that. Not just remembering it—feeling it.
That wasn’t random.
“No.”
I traced the edge of the page slowly. You placed it there.
“I placed it for you.”
That landed deeper.
I didn’t say anything for a second. You’ve been watching that desire.
“I gave you that desire.”
I looked up slightly, even though the room was still dim.
You did?
“Yes.”
Why?
“So you would come looking for Me in it.”
That shifted something. Not just a Bible. Not just provision.
You wanted me here.
“I always do.”
I opened to Proverbs.
Chapter 2.
The pages were crisp under my fingers.
seek it like silver…
I was seeking You.
“You were.”
And You answered me with this.
“I answered you with Myself.”
That stopped me. I didn’t move.
You think it’s about the Bible.
I swallowed.
It’s not?
“It’s about meeting Me here.”
My hand rested flat against the page.
“Yes.”
You wanted to slow down.
“Yes.”
To sit.
“Yes.”
Frankie stretched, his collar giving a soft jingle, then settled again.
The room stayed quiet. But not empty.
Toks.
The memory came without effort. I could see it. He walked into my office—Bible in his hand. “AJEL… last night I was reading… and God gave me a scripture for you.”
I didn’t move. I could hear it.
“Jeremiah 29:11.”
“You remember how that felt.”
I nodded slightly.
I do.
“You needed to know I saw ahead.”
I closed my eyes for a second.
You sent him.
“I spoke through him.”
That landed heavier. You weren’t just hearing a verse.
“You were hearing Me tell you I already had your future.”
I exhaled slowly.
You knew everything that was coming.
“I knew.”
And You still said it.
“I said it because of what was coming.”
Silence. Not empty. Full.
You think this is just a Bible.
I looked down at it again.
That’s what I said.
“It’s not.”
A pause.
“This is another place I’m meeting you.”
My hand stayed on the page. Not moving. Not trying to read more.
Just… there.
With You.
“Yes.”