God promises a life of romance when we set our ears and hearts to Listen Well.
Get into the habit of saying, ‘Speak, Lord’ and life will become a romance.
Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest
I like romance. I don’t always say, “Speak, Lord” nor listen when He does. Perhaps I’m afraid of what He’ll say.
When Mom began losing her hearing, she’d accuse Dad of losing his. Comical, at best. Mom might say: “What was that?” and Dad would shout: “Betty, you didn’t hear me!” Then she’d yell: “You don’t have to shout!” And on it went.
We don’t want to make God shout, do we? Yet, I need Him to at times–when my ears get plugged–when I’m so busy shouting, I can’t hear what He’s saying. Frets, fears, frustrations—any and all of the above, plus a large dose of self-pity–produce a major wax-build up and I don’t even know my hearing’s going. Who can hear God when so busy worrying and wording and waxing eloquently? Not me.
I want to be a better listener. I want a life of romance.
My word for 2017 is Listen–to be a woman who Listens Well; or to make it personal:
Give it a rest, Red!
Shut up, Sue!
Where’s the duck tape, Donaldson?!