Just listen

They refused the pleasant land
and would not believe God’s promise.
They grumbled in their tents
and would not listen to the voice of the Lord.
Psalm 106:24-25

My morning prayer time seems somewhat tame, mundane. Which strikes me as a bit off, as I am about to set off on an important journey. Surely God has something profound to say to me this morning.

Sometimes my daily practice is like that. A routine, but not one that breaks open my heart. But this is what it means to be a practicing Christian: practice. The discipline builds spiritual muscles, endurance, flexibility. I keep at it. The day-to-day ritual takes the temperature of my relationship with God. Somedays I am on fire with the love of Jesus, and some days I feel left out in the cold, and some days I am lukewarm. But for the love of God I do not stop praying.

And today, as I send a perfunctory “open me to you will for me today” line to Jesus, a response comes back. Be more specific.

And my prayer changes. I move from, “What are you calling me to do” to “What are you calling me to hear?” Today, my walk will be in holy listening. I hold still for a moment and smile. I know there will be a lot to hear today.



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