Closing the garage door behind me, it had been a long week. Not a bad one, but a long one. Walking into the family room, I started telling my husband about my past two days at work. As I continued to share about how exhausted I was, He put down what he was currently doing and began to listen.
I continued on about other subjects, like school things for our son, going over our calendar for the next few weeks, talking about the visit from friends that was coming up. He listen to me, appropriately interjecting into the conversation. But, I definitely did most of the talking.
Once I felt I had said all I needed to-satisfied, I headed upstairs to take a shower. It felt good to have his undivided attention for those few minutes.
After my shower, I got dressed and headed back downstairs, supper was calling. I was processing through my head what I should make, and what my teenage and husband might want. As I was rummaging through the fridge I asked my husband what he wanted for supper. No answer. So, I continued. I rattled off a list of things in the fridge, then moved on to the pantry and started listing off things in there.
Then came his answer. "I'm sorry I didn't hear anything you just said. I wasn't listening."
I continued on about other subjects, like school things for our son, going over our calendar for the next few weeks, talking about the visit from friends that was coming up. He listen to me, appropriately interjecting into the conversation. But, I definitely did most of the talking.
Once I felt I had said all I needed to-satisfied, I headed upstairs to take a shower. It felt good to have his undivided attention for those few minutes.
After my shower, I got dressed and headed back downstairs, supper was calling. I was processing through my head what I should make, and what my teenage and husband might want. As I was rummaging through the fridge I asked my husband what he wanted for supper. No answer. So, I continued. I rattled off a list of things in the fridge, then moved on to the pantry and started listing off things in there.
Then came his answer. "I'm sorry I didn't hear anything you just said. I wasn't listening."
The Lord came and stood there, calling as at the other times, “Samuel! Samuel!”
Then Samuel said, “Speak, for your servant is listening.”
1 Samuel 3:10
1 Samuel 3:10
I find myself in these situation with the Lord.
There are times that I've been yearning to hear from Him. Time where I've been so connected and in tune, that when I heard His voice calling, I immediately answered, "Speak Lord, for your servant is listening." What comes next, is nothing but beautiful and amazing. As I listen, He "tells me great and unsearchable things I did not know."Jeremiah 33:3
Then, there are the times that life is calling me. Calling me in all different directions-mom, wife, daughter, work, church, friends. Listening to all those other things, that when He calls me-calls my name, I don't hear Him. He's there "as at the other times"calling my name. Just waiting for me-waiting for me to stop and listen.
I don't know if you ever find yourself this situations. Like me, if you do-know there is hope. As with Samuel, He doesn't stop calling out to us after one time. His voice is there, calling out as all the other times. He's wanting to share with us, to talk with us, to tell us great and unsearchable things.
He's just waiting for us to listen.
~kartini r. maxson
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