On Praying …
From where I’m sitting I can see two women sharing a meal and chatting. Well, almost chatting. One lady is doing all the talking and the other is doing all the listening. Hardly a conversation.
I pondered this and considered the implications. The talker evidently felt she was the only one with anything to say. Either she was taken with her own importance or assumed her friend’s life was a big ZILCH, with absolutely nothing going on.
How rude, I thought. How insensitive. Everyone has a right to be heard and everyone has a story to tell and a point to be made. Everyone!
While my indignation was rising I sensed a quiet message from the Father coming to me.
“I often feel like the quiet one,” He said. “I’m involved in a lot of those kinds of ‘conversations.’ People think they’re praying and conversing with me, but really, they’re just talking.”
I gulped, realizing that He was describing much of my own prayer time.
How many times do I initiate the contact and then leave my finger pressing the transmit button for the entire time. I could almost picture God with the answer I was looking for and desperately needing … never getting to get that word into the conversation.
God is a gentleman and seldom breaks in to our soliloquy by cutting us off in mid- sentence. And consequently his voice is seldom heard.
How rude, I now realized. How insensitive. Everyone has a right to be heard and everyone has something to say and a point to be made. Especially God!
So I’m going to begin listening more and speaking less. Because, in the end, what He has to say is infinitely more important than what I have to say. I’ll speak my peace, expose my heart with its tumults and questions and hurts.
But when I’m done, it’s his voice I want to hear. Not my own.
“My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.”
John 10:27 New Living Translation