Do you ever feel like God is screening your calls?
You’re desperate to hear His voice, but heaven is silent. I understand.
Years ago, I thought the only word I heard from God was “Stop that!” . . . followed by the shoulds, oughts, and cant’s.
Sitting at my Father’s knee, I became familiar with His voice speaking above the clashing sound of circumstances and reality, even in His silence.
Silence can be golden.
In the waiting, we hear sacred sounds revealing the gold engraved into each situation.
It can’t happen in an instagram. He’s so wise.
It sounds primal, I know, but back in the day we had black wall phones with rotary dials! Childhood friend, Rosemary shared a party line with my phone number. That meant if her family was on the phone when we picked up, we had to wait (or eavesdrop) until they hung up before making a call. We learned to wait.
Sometimes we make the mistake of talking with everyone except the One who has the answer. We endlessly chat, but say nothing and hear nothing. Then, we become frustrated and listen to the whisper of the false voice on our snake and apple days reminding us we can have our way. It seems better than waiting.
The hiss of deceit.
It doesn’t matter if we hear God’s voice every time we call. We know He hears ours.
Blessed be the Lord, for He has heard the voice of my plea for mercy. Psalm 28:6
Prayer is the world’s greatest wireless connection. Faith tells us “the message has been sent and received.”
When we can’t hear His voice, may we listen for His breath . . . believing He is near.