This small framed verse stands on my small hall table to remind me of what really matters, daily taking time to listen, to understand His guiding love.
Today, thunder boomed while mist rolled in amidst winds and rain pounding our grass. Joy and I wrapped ourselves in warm wool throw blankets, carried steaming cups of tea, and sat under our front porch together, lost in the grandeur of the summer storm--together enjoying the company of shared moments, stolen from the duties of our day.
All the dishes in the sink did not get washed, there were still piles to be dealt with--but later. His voice reminded me that next week, she will be in Oxford and I will have more time to wash dishes, straighten piles. But I will not be able to look into her large brown eyes to see the wonder and excitement deep within, waiting to spill out her deepest thoughts, as she adventures to her future days with an unknown ending ahead of her.
Today, I have the peace that comes from knowing the moments were invested in each other, not spilled on the busyness of life to be lost forever.
How often do we allow the noise of the world to overwhelm His voice. Do we take time to listen? It is only as we quiet our hearts amidst the moments of our days that we will hear His whisper, walk in His ways. But the quiet of His leading always takes us to the eternal treasures, the hearts that are waiting for us to listen, the memories that are waiting to be lived now to impress what is precious on our minds.
What is His voice whispering to you today in the midst of the noise of your life? Only you can respond to what secrets He has prepared uniquely for you to celebrate and to enjoy.