On a small bulletin board in my kitchen is an old BC comic that I cut out of a newspaper years ago. BC is praying "God, if you are there give me a sign"...In the last frame is this huge sign that has fallen from heaven "I'm up here". To often we seek an answer like this when we lift our prayers to HIM, or we pray and run, we don't wait for a reply.
I keep this cartoon on my wall because amist all the noise and busyness of our day, we often don't hear what we are being told by HIM. We become so consumed by day-to-day life "crisis" that we don't here HIS still small voice.
There have been times in my life when I wake, and my first thought is God, going to bed, my final thought of the day is God and I thing/pray to HIM throughout the day.
There have been desert times as well, I wonder what HIS plan is, I see no sense and ask HIM to show me...I have learned that sometimes, when I pray the answer is NO...but I don't want to hear that so I presume HE has not answered...or my least favorite answer....WAIT, my child....aaarrrrggghhhh...being part of the fast food generation, I want it now "Dear Father...I will have two blessings, one solution to a problem, a portion of wisdom and 20 minutes with you, and can I get this order to go?". Like a spoiled child, wait is not the answer I want, but always, it is the answer I need.
How does HE speak to me? Through HIS word, lessons always to be learned, through music...I turn on music and "sing a new song" to HIM (okay, I can sing really good, as long as it is one flat note unknown to all humanity before now so my heart sings to HIM). Through the words of the children in my life, oftentimes they have words of wisdom beyond what they recognize.
Oftentimes I find HE has taught me when I am in pain, hurting and broken, but those lessons are not recognized until the pain subsides.
When it appears God is silent...when HE seems distant and far away...Guess who moved?
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