It has happened a couple times now. I am not a person who loves mornings. I like the night life (haha). Rather, I am a night owl. Even though I can get up and do things in the mornings my brain does not accompany me for the first hour or coffee. I admire those who get up and go right into a deep time in the Word and meet with God. I can pick up my Bible, and I do, but it takes a lot to break through my fog on too many days.
I love words. They captivate me and grab my curiosity. I delight in hearing a new word in usage and if I can remember it, I’ll go home and find out what it means, chew on it a while, and then implement it at my first opportunity.
One morning at the end of last year, I awoke and I heard a word that sounded like “cita.” It was like a quiet call and it seemed like it was God. I heard it again–“ceeeta.” My curiosity caused me to awaken quickly. I knew that I didn’t recognize the word but I went to search for it in the English dictionary. No luck. It sounded like it could be Spanish so I went to a translating site and I found “cita.” I knew then that God was calling me to meet with Him. He used my love of words to draw me in a whimsical fashion to Himself. This happened again a few months later.
cita [thee’-tah] noun