“Are you listening to me? Do you hear me?” Have you ever said that to your children, your parents, or your spouse? Have they said it to you?
The answer is usually yes. “Yes,” you’ve heard or asked the question. “Yes,” you were listening, you did hear what they were saying. But were you really? Often we multi-task, half listening while we do daily chores, or make mental lists of what needs to be done.
When my son was little he’d often stop his talk to ask “are you listening to me?”
“Yes, I’m listening,” he’d be told.
No trusting us he’d follow with, “what did I say?”
Uh-oh, if we weren’t paying attention (which we weren’t, thus the question) he’d simply look at us, say, “never mind” and walk off. No amount of cajoling could get him to return and finish his story. In his little mind if we didn’t have enough time to stop and listen to him, he didn’t have the time to waste on us.
What about God? Do you listen to Him? Do you ask if He’s listening to you? I often do, and if I stop and wait for His answer, it’s always yes. Yes, God is listening to me. Of course, the opposite isn’t always true, I don’t always listen to Him. Sometimes He isn’t answering the question I want answered, or He isn’t giving me the answer I want.
Lucky for me, He isn’t like my son, He doesn’t walk away in disgust of my multi-tasking. He just keeps telling me until I slow down and listen.
After my husband’s death I quit writing, thought I’d never return to it. There was no one to share my successes (if they happened) with me, no one to console me when something flopped. Eventually the pain subsided, and my screaming temper tantrum slowed long enough for me to hear God tell me that yes, I was going to survive. There would be a life for me and yes, I would write again.
What is God telling you? I’d love to hear how you slowed down and listened to God.