Shhh. The Shepherd Is Speaking

I'm reposting Thursday's blog and linking to Spiritual Sundays.
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My father has lost a lot of his hearing over the last few years. He's no longer comfortable in noisy environments, and he misses much of dinner-table conversation.

However, if Mother so much as whispers from two rooms away, he's got every word down. Mother whispers; Daddy hears. It's a marvel of sorts.

Some might say that Mother's words are more important to Daddy, and maybe they are. But it could be that, after 60-plus years of marriage, decibels are irrelevant when it comes to Mother talking: Daddy's ears are programmed to hear whatever she has to say.

John 10:27 says, "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me."

Quite frankly, I think I need to go to sheep school and study Shepherd Speech 101. I've been so certain, so positively certain, that I heard the voice of God before. Not literally, of course, but in my spirit. I felt something was so right. So perfect for me. Exactly what I needed at the time.

But, alas, it wasn't. In fact, it was totally wrong for me, a complete disaster, a train wreck of vast proportions.

How had I been so fooled? So stupid? So sucked in?

I really don't know, and I guess some things we'll never figure out. But one thing is certain: If I'm going to know the Good Shepherd's voice, and be totally tuned in (as Daddy is to Mother), I've got to spend time with Him on a regular basis, being still and listening. ♦