One morning several years ago, I was sitting in my bedroom having my quiet time with the Lord. In the middle of it, the words came to me to "Call Bob.” Bob was my elderly father-in-law, and I only called him on Thursdays to take him to lunch. It was Tuesday. Is this You, Lord? What am I supposed to say? "Just ask him how he's doing."
Reasoning it could do no harm, and he wasn't even likely to be in his apartment anyway, I called Bob. I am so glad I did! Bob was shaking all over when I called. He was terribly sick, and had called for the emergency nurse to come to his apartment at a retirement community. He was frightened and shaking so badly, he could not hold the phone.
My husband and I hurriedly drove over to him, praying on the way. We saw him safely into the hospital. He was greatly comforted by our presence. Though he was not a Christian at the time, I shared with him that God had told me to call. “He knows everything at all times, Bob, and He loves you and is watching over you.” Years later he became a believer. God is good, and He speaks today!