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Coffee & Jesus Moment: 10-4...Over and Out!


 


  10-4, over and out!  Click!  I can remember vividly the CB radio in our motor home.  We would use it to communicate with my uncle and aunt when they would travel with us.  We were a band of RV gypsies.  My dad called us gypsies, because we roamed from oceans to mountains.  We were like covered wagons migrating to different states.  We would use our CB to stay in constant correspondence with our fellow nomads.  Chatter made its way through static… “How’s everyone doing?”              

One year, we traveled to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.  We loaded up the campers with sand toys, towels, bathing suits, and globs of sunscreen. Before we drove out of the driveway, we turned on the CB.  When traveling, communication is the “dial” to safety.  Wheels turned down the freeway and so did the hours.  A quiet relaxation filled the air of the motorhome, but then we heard, “Come in Bob, come in!”  My dad answered back, “Everything ok, Michael?”  My uncle had to pull over on the side of the freeway.  He was having a problem with his bumper on his travel trailer. Communication was key in this travel tampered situation.  If we didn’t have a CB to converse with, we wouldn’t have been able to help my uncle in distress. 

Failed or no communication can cause hazardous havoc.  Not only in earthly relationships, but our main relationship with God.  Do you have your dial set on your CB to the prayer channel?  Are you communicating with God frequently to maintain intimacy?  When you are constantly on your walkie talkie with God, the station of your life becomes clearer.  The static lessons and you can hear the voice of the Holy Spirit.  His voice is as clear as the crystal that embeds the walls of heaven.  Even the son of God prayed.  Jesus communed with His Father in heaven to seek His will.  He kept an open wavelength between Him and the heavenly places.  When we converse with the almighty, mighty things happen in our life.  You’ll be able to turn the dial to many more radio channels.  Channels such as: guidance, love, peace, strength, and encouragement.    

One of those days Jesus went out to a mountainside to pray, and spent the night praying to God. - Luke 6:12

Pray without ceasing – 1 Thessalonians 5:17

I have been married for almost a year.  Yes, I know, were in the “baby” stage, but I’ve learned to keep open communication with my husband.  He knows my actions.  When I get quiet, he knows something is wrong.  I sometimes tell him, “No, nothing is wrong,” when there is something dwelling inside me.  I was used to dating and piddling around at coffee shops sipping on non-fat, non-soulmate lattes.  Now, I’m married.  I’m in a solid and loving relationship.  I am learning more, day by day, to “turn the dial” and communicate.  I trust my husband wholeheartedly, so if I trust him steering our marriage yacht, I should take up the CB… “Come in Carl, come in!”  I literally want him to come into my “heart harbor” and dock.  I don’t want to drift away from his voice calling back to me, “I’m here, I’m here, my love.”  In the sometimes tempest seas of married life, the CB needs to be used frequently.  Amid white-capped waves, communication needs to be maintained in order not to drift away from safety.  Your husband or your wife is your safe harbor.  If you drift away from him or her, you’re in danger of “the edge of the world”.  Your boat could fall over the edge and never be found again.  Listen to your spouse’s sweet voice through the radio.  Stay on the same wavelength to make it over the crashing waves of life.

O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crannies of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. - Song of Solomon 2:14

Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace." - Ephesians 4:2-3

I have observed relationships that lack communication.  You can almost hear sirens going off, warning of imminent danger…divorce, loss of a friendship, etc.  Sometimes you must toggle through the static infested channels to get through to a loved one.  You might have to be the first person to “turn the dial” to save a relationship.  God is always calling us through the CB… “Come in, come in, my child!”  We should do the same in our relationships.  Pick up the walkie talkie and stay in communication to avoid disastrous reefs that will mangle your yacht.  Don’t drift apart and go over the “world’s edge”.  Commune daily with each other to work through trials.  Have a light-hearted talk with your spouse to reconnect during the day.  God is waiting for us to converse with him daily and stay connected also.  Turn your dial daily to the “prayer channel” and your life will be clearer and more joyous.

Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person. - Colossians 4:6

Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. - Ephesians 4:29

Remember to turn on your CB every day.  Get in your prayer closet and get on the same wavelength as God.  Then turn the dial to the “marriage station”.  Converse and pray with your spouse.  Ask him or her daily, “How are you? How’s your heart?”  You should also turn to the “friendship station” and do the same… “Do you need help with anything?  What can I do for you?”  An “open door policy” of communication will nourish your relationships.  They will grow and prosper.  They will become like waves, ever constant with intimate momentum. 

I remember asking my mom and dad when I was younger, “What do you guys always talk about?”  They were married for over thirty years.  What did they talk about all those years together?  My mom answered back, “We talked about everything and anything.  We talked about our dreams and the future.”  Their love for one another grew every year, like a wave in the Atlantic Ocean, because they always conversed.  They always were docked in each other’s safe harbors.  They didn’t drift away from each other, because they picked up the CB walkie talkie… “I’m here, Bob…I’m here Sandy.”  They talked about family problems, argued, and picked, but they always resolved their dilemmas.  Make sure to counsel with your spouse or friends about indifferences.  If you don’t, they will become hurricanes.  Even though, it’s hard to talk about hard topics…talk.  Communicate so it can be settled, then anchored.  Most of all, communicate with your Lord and Savior.  Chat with Him about your hesitations, complications, and doubts.  He wants you to come to Him with all your worries, so He can anchor you.  Then, you will be free from fear.  Fear can hold you back from connecting with people.  Whatever you need to transmit over the CB…chat, converse, communicate, so there is no drifting.  Don’t lose sight of the “relationship boats”.  The hymn “What a Friend we have in Jesus” says it all.  Jesus is our friend.  Bring all your cares to him.

Therefore, confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective. - James 5:16

We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, - Hebrews 6:19

Click the side button on the walkie talkie of the CB.  Channel into other’s lives…spouses, friends, moms, dads, brothers, sisters, and especially Jesus.  Talk and encourage daily.  Always remember to end all conversing on a “peaceful station”.

I’m Brandy. We’ll talk soon over coffee.  10-4…Over and out!

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