Jesus spoke to me today. The voice belonged to a guy in my gym. I don’t know his name, but his words were straight from God.

I woke up discouraged today. Nothing specific. It was just “one of those days.” Even the sermon podcast I was listening to on the treadmill shut off in the middle for no apparent reason.

Then, as I was getting ready to leave, he came over to me. Startled me a little. I took off my headphones and he said, “I just wanted to let you know that I’ve seen you in here every day for quite a while and your dedication and hard work are paying off.”

I pray on the ride to the gym most days. Today it was a prayer of frustration - wondering about where I’m going, and if I’m on the right path. So hearing about dedication and hard work paying off had nothing to do with exercise for me today.

I believe they were the words God wanted to say to me - an answer to my prayer. I’m so thankful that a man whose name I don’t know, listened to God whispering in his ear this morning to share those words. He has no idea what they meant to me.

I barely got to the car before tearing up. I’d been in the presence of the holy, and it moved me deeply.

Jesus spoke to me today, through a man whose name I don’t know.