DOES GOD HEAR ME?

 

After hearing about my nasty spill, the comment was made: "That's why you should always carry your cellphone with you. You never know when you'll need it."

"But I did have my cellphone with me," I said, remembering, "and called as soon as I got up from my fall. It's just that it was so early in the morning, no one heard the phone ringing."

I remembered lowering the cell, seeing the nearby store's shutters were still raised, and all of the lights were still off in the apartments on the other side of the park. I found myself saying out loud, "Well Lord, right now, it really looks like YOU'RE absolutely the Only One I can turn to!"

Perhaps humans couldn't hear the signals emitted by a cellphone; but it seems my Heavenly Father had no trouble hearing me. I told you about the jeans skirt, the vending drink, the sky view, the carrying home after that.

It hit me then: it's not being able to HEAR GOD in the waterfall, or thunderclap, to know a oneness with nature and peace and truth, as some claim. All that is good and fine. But sometimes, what matters is not that I hear Him, but that He hears me.

It would do well to procure a living personal relationship with God in Jesus Christ. You never know when you'll need Him.

"My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, Oh Lord" (Psalm. 5:3)