Standing confidently before my God in expectant prayer at a cheesy Southern motel, I ask Him for yet another confirmation about my recent decision to move west again.
I had just given my written notice to my landlord that I will not be renewing my lease although I completely love my life and friends in Texas.

As I said, expectant prayer. Moving another 1500 miles again, I just wanted extra confirmation from God that I am doing the right thing. The Lord placed on my heart to move to California after my one year stay in Dallas, so I trust I am doing the right thing and hearing Him correctly.

California is huge and a certain area pulls me the same way the moon directs the tide, on course and on purpose. I just do not know the purpose yet. The needle on my internal compass strongly points due west with a slight touch of North.

During my prayer, the television in the background broadcasts a “Visit California”commercial and the sound waves emanate “California, come here now.” I love when God orders certain events and messages for me to receive when I am in His presence.

I am like…ok God. My ears are wide open. I hear you, I know you want me out West but what city?

The next day in Huntsville, Alabama my buddy Randy wants to take a ride to the church he was saved in 20 years ago and take a picture. The other guys stayed back at the motel. I opted to take the eventful five minute ride. “Something” told me to go.

We pull into the empty parking lot and there it is. A clear message for me at God’s house. Graffiti usually comes in neon spray paint draping brick walls with it’s colorful artwork, not this time.

This graffiti has no vibrant colors and most people would not even see it. I wasn’t looking for it yet it jumped out at me, carved with precision into the aluminum air-conditioning coils of the central-air cooling system, bent in perfect formation, the fins spell out two words…”West Coast”.

I immediately thank God for yet another confirmation, I am almost in disbelief that the inner parts of a cooling unit reflect “West Coast” in the afternoon sun at an Alabama Church, but then I say, why not… it’s God. He can talk to me anyway He chooses.

OMG! As I write this at 3:55 AM, a song currently just came on the radio about California waiting, and it says let it rain on me.
I am shocked once again, God has another message for me. I quickly write the lyrics I hear…California is waiting, rain down on me…

So as I write about about God speaking to me, He rains another message down on me and it nearly blows my mind just like the tv commercial. God is beyond super cool. He always amazes me.

Now, back to my story about the metal West Coast carving. Upon a closer look, there are also two prominent letters etched into the ac unit. Embedded are the letters L and A, the inscription dangles in the same shape of the threads sewn on a Los Angeles baseball cap.

Unless God throws a curve ball at me, it looks like L.A. is the city where this guy on a journey is heading next.

Do you need direction in your life??God says in Psalm 32:8, “I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go, I will guide you with My eye.” This is so true!! Praise the Lord!!!

Road signs are generic and are for everybody. Your sign may not be in the crest of an old clunky piece of metal like mine is, but it will be specific to you and you will know it’s yours and who it is from.

Happy trails my friends. Just ask.