Where to begin. Where to start, on the
word, listen. I think of flowers growing and my daughter learning. Is
it possible to listen in between the inches and the words? I think of
my Savior and what He hears in my own life and growth, and I know He
can listen to the yesterday, today and tomorrow of my life in perfect
clarity. I wonder what He hears?
And do I listen well? Do I listen to
His calling, His gentle nudges and still small voice? I think of
Elijah and listening to the thunder outside and wondering if God's
voice was there … not until God told him it was in the still small
voice in which He speaks to us, could Elijah hear the voice of God
and in what direction he was supposed to walk.
And I listen. To the voice of my Savior
and the new sounds my daughter makes. I listen to the quiet language
of my husband and the sounds of life outside.
I listen. I trust.
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| Poppies. Spokane, WA (2013)  |
1 comment:
Very beautiful post! Thank you for sharing!
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