Sadly, listening has become a lost art. We email and text on our cellular devices with little face-to-face communication.
“In my distress I called to the Lord; I called out to my God. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came to his ears.” 2 Samuel 22:7
“You never listen to me!” “Did you hear what I just said?” Do these comments sound familiar?
Sadly, listening has become a lost art. We email and text on our cellular devices with little face-to-face communication. People listen with very little eye contact all the while looking around or checking their mobile phones. How many times have we thought about the long to-do list, our budget, or what to have for supper while someone is talking to us?
In contrast, God our Father, loves to listen to us. From the beginning of time, He heard the cries of His people.
Another verse found in Deuteronomy 26:7 says, “Then we cried out to the Lord, the God of our ancestors, and the Lord heard our voice and saw our misery, toil and oppression.”
We may feel people don’t listen to us, but without a doubt, our Heavenly Father hears our cries. In my hours of deep distress, and doubt, God has always been there to listen. No need to text or email because we have direct access to God, Our Listener. I love David’s words in 1 Samuel 22, “my cry came to his ears.”
Feeling we have been heard, our burden seems lighter encouraging us to move forward. God always listens to our heartfelt words whether it is one word for help or long in-depth details.
Then… we trust.
Father God, thank You that You are always ready to listen and hear our cry. We are grateful that You are willing and ready for us to communicate. Help us to trust you with our requests. We need strength and courage each and every day as our cries come to Your ears. In Your Holy Name, Amen.
Cry out to God believing that He hears you without any distractions. Make a conscious effort to talk to God throughout the day believing He hears your cries. Next time you are talking to someone, give them your ears, it will be an encouragement.
By Linda McCutcheon
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