Sometimes He Whispers

Hey Friends,

This is Odie reporting in from the road. Foley, Alabama will soon be our location. Revival begins tomorrow at Bibleway Assembly. We are looking forward to a great week with Pastor Eddy Sullivan. 

I am extremely thankful to be home in the BoggsMobile once again! It is our home sweet home on wheels and we missed our it. 

God has always been faithful to us! We can never praise Him adequately for seeing us through every day. The circumstances that we have had lately with the BoggsMobile breakdown surprised us but it definitely did not surprise our God. He has supplied the strength that we have needed. 

It is truly amazing to watch the Lord at work. I will admit during this time I had moments of questions and uncertainty but I knew that things would be alright in the end. My God had things under control! He moves in His own time and way. 

A few days ago I was preparing for bed and I turned on a song to play on my phone. Before I realized it the sweet Holy Ghost was in the room with me. He was encouraging my soul. The beautiful lyrics of Sometimes He Whispers spoke the peace that my heart needed to hear. 

I had church for awhile by myself. It was a reminder to me to be still and listen for the whispers from God! I was overcome with gratitude and praise to the Lord for speaking to me in a special way. 

I decided to post the lyrics here and links to the song today. Maybe you can find encouragement for your day too. Remember if you a having a rough time right now, that God is aware of your situation. He is at work even if you cannot see or hear Him working. He is there always with you!

Sometimes He Whispers was released several years ago by Adam Crabb on a solo album titled Surrenderer. 



He did a wonderful job delivering the great message in this song. I dug back in my archives to find an Adam Crabb picture from 2015. 

Below are the song lyrics. Sometimes He Whispers was written by Jason Cox, Belinda Smith and Kenna Turner West. Click here to find a link to the song on Apple Music. Click here for a link to the song on YouTube. 

Sometimes He Whispers 

Verse 1

It's been one of those days

That drives me to my knees

When there are more questions than answers

And all of the things I can't figure out

Leave me with more tears than laughter

I don't know how He’s going to move

But I know He knows what I need

Chorus 

Sometimes He’s water to the thirsty

Sometimes He’s fire all consuming

Sometimes His voice is louder than thunder

Ohhhh but sometimes He whispers

Verse 2

So I'll be listening while I'm waiting on Him

And I’ll choose to trust and believe

That the same one who spoke the world into place Is  the same one who will speak peace to me

I don't know how He’s going to move

But I know He knows what I need

Chorus 

Sometimes He’s water to the thirsty

Sometimes He’s fire all consuming

Sometimes His voice is louder than thunder

Ohhhh ohhhh sometimes

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Sometimes He’s water to the thirsty

Sometimes He’s fire all consuming

Sometimes His voice is louder than thunder

Ohhhh but sometimes 

Ohhhh ohhhh sometimes

Sometimes He whispers

I will close for now. Thank you for reading today. I pray that you have a blessed weekend. 

Odie

A Blessed Day and A Net Gain of 70 Miles

How about a very long story made very short today?

The BoggsMobile is back in our possession! Thursday we loaded all our things into the Green Machine in Sweeny and drove 80 miles to Prevost Houston. We left Prevost Houston about 12:30 PM. We intended to drive about 300 hundred miles and park at the Bass Pro in Denham Springs, Louisiana.

What is that about the best-laid plans of mice and men?

Counting our test drive of 42 miles, we did drive exactly 300 miles in the bus today. However, we are only 70 miles from Prevost Houston where we began.

How in the world did that happen?

That is the interesting part of the story. Let's see, it goes something like this. 

First the test drive of 42 miles. Then hook up the car and drive 110 miles. Then the bus quits again, we coast into a truck stop wondering what in the world just happened. There were not alerts and we had no clue what the cause was. We cranked the bus and after a couple of times, it runs. 

On advice from the men we trust and the Detroit shop in Houston that did the engine work, we drove 92 miles west in rush hour traffic to their shop in Houston. Jason was there, hooked up the computer and found no engine codes. Huh? Something happened.

He crawled underneath and around the engine checking every connection that had been messed with during the repair and several that had not been touched. The engine kept right on running as smooth as can be.

What to do now? I unhooked the car, Jason helped me and Kelly turn the bus around in the street, I hooked up the car and we headed east again. We negotiated our way through the dregs of rush hour traffic, found a rest area after 56 miles and stopped for the night at 8:00 PM.

That is 7.5 hours, 300 total bus miles and a net gain of 70 miles. So much for making a long story short. It was a long trip longer.😇

But, we also had access to the knowledge of tremendous friends, some good laughs, a bunch of great family memories and a wonderful visitation from the Lord while driving down the highway with uncertainties popping up everywhere.

Yes, God is good and gracious to us.

Thank you for reading today. Please pray for us too.

Davy

Pastor L.L. Collins

BoggsMobile
I fully expected that I would be writing this blog somewhere in Lousiana, Mississippi or even Alabama. We love Texas, but as long as we are in Texas it means the BoggsMobile is not fully rolling yet and that is not good. We should be on the road later today. I will give you more of an update later. Keep praying if you will.

Please know that we are encouraged and peaceful in this stressful situation. God has been very gracious to us. We are receiving plenty of positive reinforcement from friends and family and we are grateful for that. The power of Christ has rested on us at strategic times through this and we are even more grateful for that.

Pastor L.L. Collins

We received news that Pastor L.L. Collins passed away. Bro. Collins had been very sick for a long time and I am completely sure he is as happy as he has ever been right this moment. Please pray for his family and church family for the next few days. Bro. Collins funeral is tomorrow.

Bro. Collins served the Lord in churches all of his adult life in several different states. He became the Pastor at Highway of Holiness in Hamilton, Ohio before I was a teenager so I have been aware of his influence most of my life. He was the face of the Highway and represented them well throughout the Miami Valley and beyond.

Bro. Collins was never my Pastor, but he had a profound effect on me during my early years as a Christian and as a preacher. The Highway sent out thousands of preaching cassettes every month and they providentially found their way into my hands, my ears and my heart.

On those tapes and even more so in person, Bro. Collins' preaching spoke to me and my wife at very critical junctions in our marriage, and our ministry. He helped me understand critical points of doctrine that I was reading in the Bible and could not wrap my mind around. I have so many stories I could tell about that.

But there is a story that is even more dear to me.

25 years ago I had a dream that Bro. Collins had a word of encouragement for me. Now, I had a good Pastor and a good support system and was not looking for anything else, but that dream planted the notion in my mind that Bro. Collins was going to have a "word fitly spoken" for me and my family.

We began visiting Highway on Saturday nights, but most services we were there a guest preacher or young preacher from the Highway would be preaching. We were blessed by the services and the fellowship, but I knew there was something more.

Quite a bit of time elapsed and we attended a revival at Rt. 4 Church in Germantown. Bro. Miller and Bro. Collins were taking turns preaching during the revival. We went one night when Bro. Collins was supposed to preach, but the service never made it to the preaching.

The next night was Bro. Miller's night but the Pastor asked Bro. Collins to sing first. As Bro. Collins began to sing the Spirit of the Lord began to move and Bro. Collins began to preach while strumming his guitar.

We had come in late and sat in the very back row. That is not my normal position in church and I was having a hard time tuning out all of the distractions until the Holy Ghost tuned in on me.

Bro. Collins was speaking with the anointing of the Holy Ghost and speaking directly into my soul. He was saying words that I did not even know I needed to hear. I heard as if I was hearing straight from Heaven and I knew this was the moment I had been made aware was coming to me. It was an incredibly significant point in my life and I have never forgotten it.

A few years later I had some time with Bro. Collins and I had his undivided attention. I ask him if he remembered that night. He did remember and he felt like he was speaking directly to someone. I told him that I was that someone and that it had made a lasting difference in my walk with the Lord. I think he already knew that too.

I also wrote him a "thank you" card later to express my gratitude. I am very thankful I was able to pin my flowers on him while he was alive to smile and shed a few tears for me too.

God bless you, Bro. Collins. We miss you already.

Thank you for reading today.

Davy