Guilt sets in because I know, I know, these days are fleeting. These days of childhood craziness, piles of laundry, dirty faces (and everything else) and "Mommy, look!" every three minutes will pass too quickly. I know he and his big brother are growing, changing. In a blink they will be ready to set out into the world as adolescents, then teenagers, then men, not boys. These are precious times, meant to be lived fully.
I want to listen. I do. But so much is vying for my time, my attention, my affection.
I remind myself to stop! To listen. To really listen. Not only to the chubby cheeked boy with my face in his hands, but to all of those I love, especially to the One who probably wishes He could sometimes grab me like my three year old does! You know the One who always listens to me. He could say, "Listen to Me! Fix your eyes on Me. You're so distracted by the every day stuff of life."
Today I will take the time to be still, to quiet my mind and listen. Really listen. How about you?
Lis-ten (lis-uh-n): verb
1. to give attention with the ear; attend closely for the purpose of hearing; give ear.
2. to pay attention; heed; obey.
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them and they follow me. John 10:27
Today I'm joining Lisa-Jo Baker for 5 Minute Friday. This is when I "just write without worrying if it's just right or not. For five minutes flat, without editing, tweaking or self-critiquing". Today's word is Listen. Follow the link below to see what others had to say about this...or to join in on the writing fun.