Nudged is a swell word to describe the Holy’s wild and wily activities. I’ve heard of folks who’ve had divine, metaphoric lightning bolts strike them. Born again! they may declare. A call to ministry, for some, comes like the rumble of thunder. But most of what I cherish about God’s ways has trickled in, snuck around the corners of life, felt like the whisper of a whisper in the ear. A silence unfolds and I actually take time to listen. A stranger makes an unexpected comment and the words were exactly what I needed to hear. The perfect adjective plops unbidden into a sentence during a revision and instead of being the weary writer, I feel like a renewed reader.
Most of the time I only realize the subtle transformations when I look back. Holy spirit. Holy nudge.