Here's a crazy story I heard at cell group last night.

One of the men who just joined our cell with his wife had a weird experience when he was 12 or 13 years old. His family had left for the weekend, but he stayed at home for some reason - football camp or something of that sort. God woke him up at midnight, and he felt the strongest urge to say out loud "I love you, Lord." So, feeling a little crazy, he whispered it. He again felt this compulsion that he needed to say it, only louder. This happened again about a dozen times, each time him feeling that he needed to say it again because he hadn't said it loud enough. He always remembered that night, still feeling like he had never shouted loud enough, "I love you, Lord!" He didn't know why God had woken him up in that way, but it was a memorable experience.

Years later, this man was in an AA meeting, and one of the older men was giving a testimony. The older man described how he had been so down and out that he was homeless and starving. He was wandering around a neighborhood looking for a house to break into to get food. He approached a certain house where he had seen the family leave and felt certain it was empty. But as he approached the house to break in, he thought he heard someone say something. He thought, "If there does happen to be someone home, I will just have to kill them, because I have to get something to eat." But as he proceeded, he heard someone speak again: "I love you, Lord!" After this, he was scared off and decided not to target that house. And thankfully, he saved this boy's life and saved himself from becoming a murderer.