The One Who Listens

The great God of the universe issues you and me a most inviting invitation.  He beckons to us.  He reaches for us, and longs for us, and almost jumps out of his divine skin in anticipation of listening to our heart’s aches and breaks.  You see, God wants to enter into the nitty-gritty of life with you and with me. 

He wants to know where it hurts, who hurt us, how they hurt us, how much life sucks, how distraught we are over certain situations, and how low our funds really are.

He wants to know our druthers, our sad circumstances and our silly whims. 

He wants to laugh with us, smile at us, watch us at our play, and rejoice when the sun shines on us and the wind blows gently across our fields.

In a word, God wants a word with us.  He calls to us, He invites us to come.

“Come to me” he says.  “I’ll give you rest and peace.”

“Cast all your cares on me” he says in another place.

And in another, He uses phrases like “Be still and know that I am God.”

Or “Don’t worry about anything.  Pray about everything.”

Do you see – He is someone to whom we can turn.  We can talk to him.

He is the one who listens.

HE LISTENS!

He will put away His cell phone.

He’ll turn down the TV.

He’ll take his hands off the keyboard.

He’ll push back from the pile of work on His desk. 

And He will turn to you and me and say, “Come, my child.  I am listening to you.  Tell me where it hurts.”

A personal story:

I remember opening a password-protected file on my computer called “Morning Pages”.  This space was dedicated to writing anything and everything that came to my mind, and my goal was to write a minimum of 1,000 words per day, every day for thirteen weeks. 

I turned this into mostly a prayer journal.  It became my safe place to lay out before God a lot of stuff going back to my childhood.  I unloaded a ton of stuff – words, phrases, experiences, people, situations, incidents with which I frequently revisited down through the years. 

For me, that was a sacred space where I met with God time and again, and in a spirit of prayer and confession, remembrance and relief I poured out my heart and connected with God in a way that I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before that time.  Many of those issues raised had never been heard by any other human being on earth, but God heard them.  God read them, and He came down and we talked, we grieved together, He comforted, He guided me in the sorting and the processing, and I found THE ONE WHO LISTENS.

He really does, you know.

Find your own way of communicating with Him.  He wants to hear your story as well.  He will listen; no judgment, no condemnation and no rebuke.  Just love, compassion, forgiveness, and peace.

PEACE!

Today, make an appointment with the one who listens.

For He really does listen.

Really!

P Michael Biggs

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