I dubbed 2013 “A Year of Listening”. The idea was to pay attention to what was being said around me and to me.
The most important listening I wanted to do was to listen to God. No, I’m not saying that God speaks to me in an audible voice, but He does speak through scriptures, and I often think the little nudgings on my heart are from Him.
One scripture that I pondered in 2013 was Genesis 3:9 – 10, the conversation is between God and Adam.
But the Lord God called to the man, and said to him, “Where are you?”
And the man answered, “I heard the sound of You in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked, and I hid myself.”
Over the course of the year, I began jotting down times that I heard God. I used the format that Adam used. “I heard the sound of You (fill in the circumstances), and I was (fill in how I felt), because (fill in why), and I (fill in my response). Here are a few.
Early on, I wrote this:
I heard the sound of You whispering in my heart, and I was surprised, because it was unexpected, and I listened.
Make no mistake. God is alive and well; He does speak to us.
One day, I had some terrible ugly words spoken to me, and a friend spoke words that were a salve on the wound. I wrote this:
I heard the sound of You in a friend’s words, and I was comforted, because I was hurting, and I was blessed.
Contrary to the face we put out to the world, sometimes there is friction and contention in our family. In the context of that, I wrote this:
I couldn’t hear You when there was arguing, and my head hurt, because of the discord, and I was grieved.
One of this mother’s greatest joys is hearing her children having fun together. I don’t remember exactly what was happening when I wrote this one because, thankfully, there are many such occasions.
I heard the sound of You in laughter, and I laughed too, because You are Joy, and I was cheered.
One of the things I re-added into my life in 2013 was playing my flute in church. As long as the choir director doesn’t get tired of me sitting beside her and playing the hymns, I’ll keep doing it. I feel like it’s my way to worship. I think I wrote this, however, after riding in the car alone one day, blasting the music and singing along with it.
I heard the sound of You in music, and I sang out loud, because You love a joyful noise, and I love You.
Last night, Bud said, “2013 has been an odd year.” I looked at him because I wasn’t quite sure what he was getting at, and then he elbowed me with a smile, “Get it?” Bud doesn’t always play with words, so I wasn’t prepared. I guess I need to listen for that.
It hit me as I was writing this, that one of God’s most important messages to me is one He delivers nearly every day through my youngest daughter. She wraps her arms around me and showers me with kisses. When she’s done, she turns her cheek to me so that I can kiss her too. She leaves notes on my pillow and sends me email messages. They all say roughly the same thing. Here’s one exactly as she sent it.
I LOVE YOU AND DAD MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE HOLE WORLD!!! :* :* :* AND I KNOW YOU GUYS LOVE ME TOO!!!! :) Sent from my NOOK
I can just imagine God saying those same words to me.
All in all, 2013 has been a growing year for me. Listening is an art, and listening to God takes special ears.