It’s not easy to hear God speak to us in a world that is fast paced with so many images and sounds blaring from every corner of our existence. Sometimes I really have to listen, I am constantly reminded of Psalms 46:10 “Be still and know that I am God”. I look for opportunities to “be still”, to hear God’s gentle whisper in my heart. How do we know when God is speaking to us? Listen for the gentle and loving voice. Close your eyes and “be still”.
The other part of this is “and know that I am God”. It’s not always easy to trust in someone other than ourselves in a world in which we are taught to stand on our own two feet, do it “our” way, take charge of our own destiny, and on and on. I have found it so refreshing to ask God to let me do it “His” way, to ask Christ to lead me, to follow God’s voice in my heart and in all that I do. Of course there are times I insist on doing things “my” way. They usually lead me back to “His” way (beacuse “my way” wasn’t the “right way”). I have found that this trust is something that has developed over time. As I look at the times I have done things “my way” and compare them to the times that I have listened for God’s gentle voice in the sea of voices bombarding me each day and been obedient, I see the path that is clearer, sometimes less traveled….but I recognize it as the path that leads to my destination……..home…..and God is on the porch with His arms wide open and a smile on His face, dinner is on the table. I have learned to trust in God’s leading because no matter where I am……He leads me home.
Take the time to listen….and listen for the gentle voice in the distance…as you listen and obey God’s gentle voice, as you see His path before you, trust….because the path always leads home and God is always on the porch with open arms and a warm smile.
My friend Simply Bridges commented: The whole ‘my way’ thing was hard for me to learn. I was the type that would and could make things happen. Before I found the path toward Jesus, when things weren’t going my way, I’d make them happen my way. Each choice that I made for me, resulted in me carrying the load by myself, for myself–uphill, too. It all got very exhausting.
As I started walking with God, I began to stop making things happen. I found that the more I let go, the more I held onto what was really important–God, family, community. Each day is a lesson in faith and with each day comes opportunity to trust The One that knows me and loves me most. When I think about it in a logical way, it doesn’t seem to make much sense. When I hold my nose and jump, God’s already caught me. You’re right…it’s home.
I commented: I love something you said above……..”When I think about it in a logical way, it doesn’t seem to make much sense.” I often experience the same thing. It doesn’t always seem logical…….but…..IT IS REAL! We are so blessed to be in God’s family. I don’t care if it is logical or not….I am just happy that it is REAL!