I was rather surprised--and very relieved--when she picked up. She was fine--never better. We talked for a few minutes, and I hung up with a feeling both of relief and of frustration. My intuition had once again proved faulty.
There are those who can fully trust in their intuition. I am not one of them. I suffer from depression and anxiety, and anything can set me off. I probably had a bad dream last night, and it might have included my sister. Then again, it's possible that it's the simple fact that I haven't seen her in a while and am looking forward to my trip that pinned the anxiety on her. Either way, there was no need for me to have been that way. I have to remember that my feelings aren't to be trusted. I need to rely not on myself but on God for intuition.
Now with God, instruction does come, and I always try to follow it. When he tells me to call someone, there's always a reason. I know that there will be someone who needs to talk to me or someone whose voice I need to hear.
But how can you tell the difference between your own faulty intuition and God's faultless calling? For me, it's quite simple. My intuition is normally accompanied by fear. But God's calling never is. Sometimes it's gentle; most times it's forceful. I know that he speaks and I trust him fully.
So the next time I wake up in the middle of the night, I will remember to judge the intuition. If it is God speaking, I will answer promptly. If it is only fearful me, I intend to go back to sleep.