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Please Listen to My Heart's Cry

Listen.  "Make an effort to hear something.  Take notice of and act on what someone is saying. Respond." Dictionary

So simple isn't it and yet so hard.  The whole world is crying to be listened to.  The young child with stories galore; the older person aching to tell their story; the co worker; customer; spouse; children; parents; people in the grocery store and our neighbor.  

Listen without expectation and without "fixing" or striving or self-interest.

Listen with our hearts, minds, souls, senses and body.  Listen with intuition and our "gut" and listen with our whole being!

Listening is exhausting when you listen with all of your heart.  Walking into a classroom one day I was determined to listen with everything I had.  I heard all of those little heart's cry to be paid attention to, to be heard, to be touched, to be valued and to be accepted.  Patting one, listening to one's story, giving hugs, encouraging, telling them how big they are and looking at their art work without dismissive attention and catching the quiet little girl's shy glance to be noticed and the "wild" boys look to see that I was watching.  Exhausting but critical.

Listening to my spouse and my boys.  Listening in my own home when I'm depleted is challenge.  Managing my energy so that God and my family gets the first and the best and most of my energy and listening.  

The Bible talks about those who have ears to hear-let them hear.  Not to listen to the clamoring of this world.  Shut out listening to the external loudness and pleasing others.  Listen to God, Family and those you are around.  It is much more rewarding then anything we can "do".

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  1. UnknownNovember 5, 2010 at 2:22 PM

    Proverbs 10:19 'When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise.'
    Prov. 18:13 'He who answers before listening-that is his folly and his shame.'
    James 1:19 'Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry.'

    3 powerful words of GOD. Lord help me to follow your wisdom each and everyday so I can hear the cry of your children.

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  2. Heather Ann GillNovember 6, 2010 at 7:36 AM

    Good Word Rochelle! Thanks for being "iron sharpening iron" for me and for being part of this journey of growing!

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