1998—Kyle was 10 years old.
One weekend, Kyle, his dad, and I were watching a move like we often did. And I remember commenting, “You know something bad is about to happen because of the music.” Kyle looked at me completely baffled and asked, “What music?” Even after being told music was playing in the background throughout most of the entire movie, he still couldn’t hear it. Not immediately, anyway. But after a while it was like a light bulb went off and he said, “I hear it!” I remember that moment well.
How many times have we heard someone say, “if you would just be quiet for a minute, you’d hear me” or “you’re only halfway listening to me.” That’s what Kyle was doing, not on purpose for sure. But, he was listening to the actors and watching them in the scenes so intently that he unintentionally blocked out the music playing. I’m sure some of you are wondering how on earth could he not hear all that music?
I wonder how many times, me personally, God has spoken and I just wasn’t listening. I wonder if I had been listening ‘all the way’ what I would’ve heard, what different paths I would’ve taken, how many more people I would’ve met, or what experiences I might’ve missed. I wonder. There have been times God has talked to me in a low whisper like He did to Elijah in the cave. And there are times God spoke to me in such a way I couldn’t ignore His voice.
There’s been times I didn’t hear God’s voice, and it’s not because He wasn’t speaking; He speaks to us and speaks to us often. The reason we’re not hearing Him is because we don’t understand His language. And the only way we’re going to understand is to learn the language—how He communicates with us. God speaks to us in many ways, but this is where we start...and that is for us to put our complete faith in Him, read and study His word, and pray to Him. I don’t know about you, but I want to hear all He has to say, and I don’t want to miss any of it.
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