My days are filled with noise and talking. From the time he was insy-tinsy, my first born has been a talker. This has not changed. At all. Seriously. My middle born wasa screamer and a crier. Right around the age of two, she learned sign language, which was a help. Now, she is more selective in her words (than her brother and sister), but when she gets started on a subject she is passionate about, she can go for a long time. She is more of a listener, though. My youngest was not a noisy baby, but she sure can talk now, and sometimes, getting in a word takes the skill of a ninja. Which I don’t possess, so I just listen. I am not complaining, because I am thankful for the one sided conversations. I learn a lot about their heart, thoughts, dreams, and goals. Which made me realize something about prayer. God doesn’t mind listening to me. Sometimes, I feel like all I do is talk and talk, and I wonder if He gets tired of hearing my voice saying the same thing over and over. He doesn’t though. My ears might hurt by the end of the day, but His don’t. He wants me to talk to Him and often. Actually, like all the time often. He doesn’t need me to talk in order for Him to know my heart, dreams, or thoughts, but I do. I have been astounded at what comes from my heart and then out of my mouth. And many times during prayer and listenting to myself, I have seen the true condition of my heart andwhat needs changing. He is faithful to just patiently listen.
Psalm 116: 1-2 “I love the LORD, because he hath heard my voice and my supplications. Because he hath inclined his ear unto me, therefore will I call upon him as long as I live.” ***The first time I heard this verse taught, I was caught up in this image of God bending down to hear me just like I would bend down to listen to my children tell me something. I have never forgotten that picture. It reminds me of just how loved I am, of how to listen to my children (or anyone for that matter), and of why I should listen intently and purposefully. When I listen with intention and purpose, it helps the other to know I care and to continue to talk to me. and I want my kids to talk to me!!! There is no doubt in my heart, God used this verse to help me grow in an area of parenting and being a wife that I was weak in before. Not that there are not times I want to cover my ears and seek an asylum of silence, but the listening is so much more important to me now.
Hi! My name is Rachael and I am a child of God. I was saved from sin and all its bondage at the age of 21. I am married to an incredible man. He constantly challenges me to grow closer to my Saviour. We have three beautiful children that love the Lord. Currently, our family is preparing to go to Thailand as missionaries.