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.
Psalm 116
We all have times over the course of life when we simply must pour out our heart. Sorrow, mourning, joy, and celebration can become too great to contain and must be released. The possession of a friend who will listen without interrupting, offering advice, or condemnation is a treasure beyond price.
There is an inestimable blessing—a validation of our worth in knowing that we have been heard. We are never more eloquent than when we are listening. An attentive ear is perhaps the purest form of love. Words can wound or heal, but an ear connects two souls.
Frequent are times in my walk with God that I need his counsel—times when I plead for his sure leading. But there are also times when I just need to know that God hears me. There is strength in that simple bit of quiet knowledge that resurrects my faith anew.
It is in those times when I know a divine ear is open to me that I truly experience the love of God. I am confident that loving act of listening will engender an answer surer and powerful than a voice that thunders from on high. I love the Lord because he has heard me because he first loved me enough to listen.
The patient ear of God draws me back, again and again, to experience his love for me as nothing else can do.
Maranatha
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