{On Listening for God in the Midst of the Din}

I’ve lived with what I’ll call spiritual insecurity for most of my life, a fear that I don’t know how to hear God.  At some points my younger self thought that I didn’t know God.  Hadn’t given my heart, surrendered fully, perhaps I didn’t even know this creator God, this Jesus who died — for me,…

{Listening for God}

I listen for you. But I am no good at hearing. For you, my God speak quietly; a whisper. Hints of your love blow in the grasses, the bird’s song, the wind wafting in the trees, in children’s laughter. I listen for you. Help me to hear.