The way her hands move when she talks, while her mouth tries to find the words she is looking for. The cheeks that plump up when she laughs. She's trying to talk. To converse. She watches closely for my reaction. She looks up at me with those big blue eyes just to see if I am listening to her. This week I have done alot of this...listening. Trying to understand that baby babble is sometimes hard. Sure, she can say some words and she is desperately trying to speak sentences. But sometimes, I just don't get it. So I listen. And listen some more.
Sitting on the couch and my ear is to a cell phone. I can't see his face. I can't tell if those brown eyes are serious or funny. This has been most of our serious conversations lately. Mostly me talking and him listening. Me trying to figure him out. Trying to fix the un-fixable. I am trying to change (with the Lord's help). Listening to him isn't always easy. He isn't always right and he isn't always wrong. But he does need to be heard...especially his heart. Sometimes, if I am quiet long enough and quit interjecting my "two cents", he reveals his feelings and thoughts. So, I listen. And then listen some more.
And in the morning, I wake up. Crack open the Bible. My hands are dry and sometimes I still have sleepy in my eye. His Word is life-giving. I read...slowly...trying to soak up every word. Trying to listen to what He says. I put it all aside and drop to my knees. Sometimes it's short and thankful and other times it's weeping and long. I pour out my heart and He listens. But more and more it's me who needs to listen. To stop, be still, and listen. And then listen some more.
"There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying."