Do You Want It? (121 Veterinary Hospital)
Posted January 26, 2017
I sold my hospital and veterinary practice January 1970, at the direction of God. At the time I didn’t know where I was going, but God led me every step I took.
Ten years later in February 1980, the
person I sold it to lost it and the property went back into receivership and
was in possession of the courts. The judge over the case knew I was the
previous owner and that I knew the property better than anyone else. He sent
me a message through a veterinarian of Plano to tell me that he would let me
buy that property back at a certain price and if that was too much, offer
this amount, and if that was too much, make him an offer and he would sell
it to me.
I was the one that developed that
property, I built the hospital. I knew it was a gold mine; I knew the
revenue that I could bring forth. I could easily hire a couple of
veterinarians for large and small animals and I could do specialty work in
equine and be a full gospel minister and go anywhere in the United States
because of my reputation as a veterinarian, and they would let me in. By
that time, I had a man that I could take with me in the ministry that could
sure sing, my son-in-law Terry Mai.
It was a great trial. It went on for
three days. I would say, “Lord, what do you want me to do? And the Lord
would be quiet. After a while he would answer back, “Do you want it?”
I would not answer. Time would pass and I would ask again, “Lord, what do
you want me to do?” He would not answer again, then later would say, “Do you
want it?” I wouldn’t answer back. I drove all around praying, “Lord, what do
you want me to do?”
It was on the third day with the same
scenario when it finally came to me and I spoke, “Wait a minute—it’s not
what I want, it’s what you want.” He had remained silent and then he became
real silent. I kept praying those same words, “It’s not what I want, it’s
what you want.” Finally, thank God, He answered me, “I don’t want you to
have it.”
I said, “OK!”
That was frightening to me, “What if I
would have taken it?” I felt like I had just passed a test, but God knew my
heart, He already knew what I would do. He was proving me, showing me I
would obey him—proving me to me. Years back he had ministered the words to
me in Deuteronomy 8:
2 And thou shalt remember all the way which the Lord
thy God led thee these forty years in the wilderness, to humble thee, and to
prove thee, to know what was in thine heart, whether thou wouldest keep his
commandments, or no.
He showed me my heart: I wanted the will
of God more than anything else.
Six weeks later, God spoke to me on my
way to see a horse; I was still a practicing veterinarian. He said, “Go
to Plano and speak to the people of Plano.” With those words, I entered
into the ministry of a prophet and teacher.
God bless you,
Doyle Davidson
kc/kd
