It’s still. Quiet. A fan whirrs in an open window. An occasional vehicle drives past. No voices. Just the clicking of keys as words tumble around in my head. It should be easy to listen in a setting like this.
I will listen to what God the Lord will say; he promises peace to his people, his saints – but let them not return to folly. Surely his salvation is near those who fear him, that his glory may dwell in our land. Psalm 85:8-9 (NIV)
I can’t wait to hear what he’ll say. God’s about to pronounce his people well, The holy people he loves so much, so they’ll never again live like fools. See how close his salvation is to those who fear him? Our country is home base for Glory! Psalm 85:8-9 (MSG)
Too often the prayers of my mouth and heart are really busy. I am full of words for God. Much to say, little time to listen. I have to cram it all in. I ramble, adding in words just for their own sake.
I know I miss the point.
Many parts of my day are loud. Every space crammed with noise. Voices. Music. Conversation.
It’s hard to listen well in the middle of noise.
Listen. It means I have to stop talking. I need to slow down the white noise in my head that proves I’m only half-listening. I need to engage with the one who is speaking to me. I can’t be doing something else at the same time. I need to look their direction. I need to focus on what they are saying to me.
If I am this intentional with the ones I work with, shouldn’t I apply the same thing to my relationship with my Heavenly Father?
Stop. The noise. The chatter. The doing. Be still.
Sit in the silence. Listen to the gift the Father has for me.
He speaks. He speaks peace.