Hello Friends! It is Friday, my favorite day of the week! Not only is Friday my favorite day, it is also the day I join Kate Motaung and others, where we write five minutes on a one word prompt! Today’s word~LISTEN. Won’t you join us here

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How much better would this place be if we were better listeners? How much better would I be, if I were a better listener? To lean in and listen with more intention.

I confess, I am not a good listener. From timid and quiet, content to be a wallflower, unnoticed and nonintrusive, to one who now possesses the gift of gab. I am either filling the space between us with ceaseless chatter or chasing thoughts running rogue in my head. Either way, I cannot hear you for listening to me.

This same scenario plays out in my “quiet” time as well. I am burning up God’s ears with lamenting and desperate pleas, selfish wants, and holy temper tantrums. I am shamed when I step away and I have not taken the time to listen to Him.

 It is not a good characteristic, and not one I am proud of. But I am working on it.

I am spending time with the words of  Frederick Buchner and meandering my way through Walking on Water by Madeleine L’Engle. Savoring each with deliberate slower pace.

“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and giddy heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.” ~Frederick Beuchner

The window behind me is open, autumn like breezes sweep lazily through, waking me with its chill. The Harvest Moon sits high in the sky. The neighborhood rooster crows. If I listen close enough, I notice his crowing sounds as if he has a frog in his throat. Birds are waking and singing their song as they prepare to gather food. The traffic behind me, I hear them rush. Rush through life, only to find themselves in the same place at day’s end.

When I quiet myself before the Lord, I hear his words.

“You are loved. You are not unseen. I gave you this gritty story to live so we could write it together. You are mine. I will not give up on you and yours. I am yours.”

Words of grace He writes upon my soul. Words of grace that propel me through this day.

First, I must quiet myself and listen.

When all is said, and not said, I go to this song, I Surrender.  I listen.

Listen for grace, in the quiet, I am drenched with His mercy and my soul wakes to life.

coming soon this sweet little book I am blessed and humble to have a small part in.

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Also, coming soon #Write31Days. Last year my first experience with this, I bared my soul, shared my story of living the dailyness of chronic living, which you can find here

This years topic, one that is close to my heart. I hope you will join me on the journey of #write31days coming October 1, 2016. 

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