My sheep hear my voice; I know them, and they follow me. John 10:27
there is nothing cooler than when i am in prayer and prior to being finished and leaving the church or closet, i ask God for a *word* it's not a test, really; it's kind of a "thing" i like to do that helps me know when i am hearing His voice, truly.
usually, the word is quite random and not one that i would be thinking of at that precise moment, so for the most part, i know it's His voice i am hearing deep within me.
yesterday's word: r e s p o n s i v e
i had no idea what that meant, but i assumed it meant to be responsive to those around me. aren't i already, God? how can i be more present than i already am? oh, there is room, always.
my husband and i work in our own business together which is challenging in and of itself. add family pressures like your son having a second surgery for potential melanoma and your daughter's 12th birthday (party) and father's day into the mix in a 4-day span of time, you can see where we were a bit lax in getting a proposal to a potential catering client. we told her a tentative price, but that we'd get back to her after the weekend.
my husband went ahead and ordered the ribs and chicken (for 70 people) and dry-rubbed them yesterday. i called her just before dinner last night to hear her say, "i'm sorry - i went with another caterer because you never called me back." i challenged her a bit on what she was saying because i was in the room when my dh spoke with her, but it was to no avail and i apologized for the lack of communication. my husband looked crest-fallen.
instead of "drilling" it home with him, i thought of my word "responsive" and told him "God's will be done. no big deal, looks like we're having a bbq this summer after all..." normally, i would have gone on a rant because it is a lot of money to expend that we don't have and potentially wasteful; however, we can freeze everything and have a bbq for our customers (they love it when we open occasionally at night time for dinner) so it's all good.
had i not been responsive to my husband's needs, it could have gone entirely bad. thank you, Lord, for helping me learn how to listen.
really, really listen.
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