I feel compelled to stop and look at the clock. It's 3:16. I smile. It's like my body is trained to stop at 3:16 and take a break, realize I'm loved, and move on.
It happens every time I see it.
The answer is 316. I smile, give thanks to God, and move on.
I'm in room 316. God is good.
In my mind, 316 is tied to John 3:16. "For God so loved the world, that he gave is only begotten son, that whosoever believes in him, shall not perish but have eternal life." KJV
That number can ignite different passions in me.
When I'm feeling destroyed, it's a reminder that God still loves, and that love includes me.
When I feel I've taken a wrong spiritual turn, it's a reminder that God's forgiveness is always available.
When I forget what I already have, it's a reminder that I have been blessed beyond measure. I live a comfortable life, and I should be giving thanks for it, not wishing for more.
When I see hate, and ignorance, and hurt, it's a reminder that God's love needs to shine, and not to give up. (Believe me. it's hard. Relays are not supposed to be a one person event.)
Recently, it just feels like God's way of saying, "Don't give up. It will be worth it."