For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Is 9:6
Last night, my daughter asked me a question at dinner. As I answered her she interrupted me and loudly (and rudely) asked the same question. I got frustrated with her and explained that I was answering her right then. She responded with, “Oh…I didn’t hear you…”. “That’s because you weren’t listening” I responded.
This morning, God reminded me of this interaction. I believe He was giving me a picture of how I often “listen” to Him. Far to often, I ask God to help me or show me what to do in the middle of my busy day, but before I have time to hear His answer, I am on to the next thing. I am not a woman waiting on Jesus for counsel. Instead, I resemble a toddler, asking snotty questions, with my fingers in my ears, ignoring my Father who is gently speaking.
Jesus, what do you want to counsel me on today? This week? Where do I need to wait on you? My default is to run on ahead. Today, I choose to wait on you, to listen to your wonderful counsel. You are speaking.
I am listening…