I settled for silence.
Then I started to enjoy it. I actually began to hear more; observe more. It was as if the over stimulation was keeping me from fully using my senses.
A group has gathered to share on listening prayer. Which means we spend time with God and wait for His responses. Journaling and sharing (some).
Years ago I was introduced to a great little book by Holland, MI native, Mary Geegh, a missionary in India. She shares a story of a visiting Pastor to her village who somehow helped the town drunk to change his ways. She wondered how could that be…she had prayed for years.
The Pastor shared with her how they listened to God. When you hear Him – you are changed.
Her little book God Guides is still printed in her honor.
Thank you God for bringing new life to my antenna.
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. John 10:27 NIV