April 11, 2015
Rainy Saturday morning . . .
the perfect excuse to slow down,
to listen . . .
As the droplets fall I hear their song.
Glancing out my window,
I see their gleam of reflected Light.
I wonder . . .
how often do I listen but not really hear
or look but not really see?
By Martha L Shaw – © 4-11-2015
By Martha L Shaw © 2-18-2015
February 25, 2013
Wow, this is so true. We have all read this sort of message in the Bible, sang of it in praise songs, etc., but I wonder as I think of some of the decisions and false judgments I have made whether “hearing it” requires a bit more thought.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery –
February 5, 2013
We have all read and heard the scriptural teaching us to pray without ceasing. Can this be done? How to interpret these words has been discussed and will continue to be.
I believe, and continue to learn this, that if I do every large and small thing to the Glory of God then I am praying without ceasing. The task so dreaded or the challenge I cannot imagine nailing well . . . the dirty job I wish was for another and not me . . . surely if Jesus was standing there with me and asked “Do you love me? Clean my toilet” would I not do so?
Yesterday, this came to me over my lunch break at my new part-time job. The job has been frustrating and disappointing. Things have not gone as “they” promised. The reasons, even if I was sure what they are, don’t really matter. But I felt a nudge and recalled a story a Christian friend spoke of in a testimony at a meeting some time back. He is a teacher and goes to class early and takes this time to pray at each empty desk in his classroom. Wow! His relating this humbled me and brought tears to my eyes.
That was some time ago and I’d forgotten it in the highs and lows of my own struggle. So, yesterday as I faced a combination of “ho-hum” and “Lord, HELP!!!!” He reminded me of my friend’s prayers and I knew He wanted me to do likewise. As I prepared a drink for another, He wanted me to pray for this unidentified son or daughter of His. As I mopped the floor, cleared up one mess or another, He wanted me to pray for those who’d find rest in this booth, who’d come for food . . . that they’d find rest in Him, meet Him, be fed by Him . . .
This blew me away! I wondered how many times He had tried to tell me these things as I shook with fear over my own crisis . . . even while He has a solution in hand and has people praying with love for me. This time, I finally heard Him and I’m reminded of the following:
1 Samuel 3:8-10
8 The Lord called Samuel a third time, and Samuel got up and went to Eli and said, “Here I am; you called me.”
Then Eli realized that the Lord was calling the boy. 9 So Eli told Samuel, “Go and lie down, and if he calls you, say, ‘Speak, Lord,for your servant is listening.’” So Samuel went and lay down in his place.
10 The Lord came and stood there, calling as at the other times, “Samuel! Samuel!”
Then Samuel said, “Speak, for your servant is listening.”
February 3, 2013
I ran fast,
I was so focused on the task at hand,
I caught the ball.
Oh, what a relief.
The challenger came so quickly,
and I was overwhelmed.
I dropped the ball.
I am crushed.
I am down.
I feel defeated.
the game isn’t over
unless I stay down.
I rise again,
dust myself off.
Pushing aside the voice of distraction,
I focus on you
and the game goes on.
by Martha L Shaw – Copyright 2-2-2013
December 18, 2012
Lots of people talk to animals. Not very many listen, though. That’s the problem. – Benjamin Hoff –
Okay, this quote has me singing about “talk to the animals” and perhaps you are doing so as well?
If so, I hope it brings a smile to your face . . . oh, and that those nearby hear you and join in! This has me thinking about the concept of listening and hearing . . .
Funny thing about talking, listening, and hearing though. My experience has made it clear that most of us talk, some of us listen, but few of us hear. Then, having not been heard, or assuming we have not because our words haven’t brought us the response we desire, we speak longer and louder . . . often still feeling nobody’s responding and thus not listening.
Seems to me we often listen and yet do not hear. Example, Mom tends to repeat herself. She also accuses me of saying things I never said. I admit, when she gets “that way” I nod without really paying attention. Seems better that way since her negative attitude can be contagious. If she says “are you listening” I say “yeah I heard” but did I really listen and take it all in? Not really.
So, since I’m assuming disgruntled coworkers, tired and grumpy kids, etc., can sometimes be “heard” but not really listened to . . . do we assume God doesn’t really listen? Do we get caught up in our “but, I need . . . ” and “please show me” and wonder why He isn’t responding? Can’t speak for y’all, but as for me, when I finally get tired of asking and grow silent, I hear Him so clearly and quickly. Seems to me Hoff was onto something . . . about a lot more than simply talking to the animals. Kinda makes me wonder what I’ve missed?
October 15, 2012
So he said to Samuel, “Go and lie down again, and if someone calls again, say, ‘Speak, LORD,your servant is listening.’” So Samuel went back to bed. 1 Samuel 3:8-10
The Lord is always with us and speaks to our hearts . . . sometimes through His faithful. All we need to do is to be open and willing . . .
September 8, 2012
A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird? – Edward Hersey Richards
June 4, 2012
There are many things in life that fall into the category of “can’t afford” in the present economy . . . my own and our nation’s. There is, though, one thing I cannot afford NOT to have and in my personal opinion, nor can you afford to miss out on it in your day. Quiet time.
I know, you’re busy. Most of us are although people typically judge “us” as idle and “themselves” as overworked, especially when “fools” like me say “quiet time is essential.” Sorry, but it is. Even if you can only take a minute, TAKE IT.
A minute isn’t much, but on the other hand, when you’re waiting for that morning cup of coffee, that minute is long. When you await that important phone call, a minute can last forever. When it’s almost time to go home, eat lunch, kiss the one who’s been serving in the military for months . . . that minute before “it” finally happens is LONG.
So, start small and take that minute. Maybe, you’ll find you can steal a few in your day at random times. Does your mind wander in quiet times? Don’t stress, just breath . . . reel it back in . . . listen to your soul . . . seek to hear His voice . . . you will come to hear it.
A minute of letting go of everything and just simply “being” will make all the “stuff” in your day go better. You will accomplish more. You will focus better. You will find peace . . .
Prayer unfolds in the stillness of the soul.