I was laying in bed listening to the wee hours of the morning. Dang jet lag. I find that for me the middle of the night or really early in the morning is when I do my best thinking or maybe best listening. I am most silent in those times. My friend and I call that time “wee to the knees.” It is in the wee when I most understand what David was saying when said, “I will wait for you like the watchmen wait for the morning.” It is here that I wait and he speaks.
I have heard many sounds while listening in my bed. I have heard the sounds of the city stirring as the morning commutes starts. I have heard sounds of motorcycles, dog walkers, lawn mowers, murmuring of people’s chatter, and the lovely not so soothing sounds of jack hammers and construction. You know the kind that feels like it could be in your room. This past morning, I heard new sounds of what could very well have been the opening scene of the lion king. You know, where Symba was being presented to the animal kingdom. My friend assures me that it was only pigeons. I guess I have only known street pigeons, because they didn’t sound anything like that.
As I listened this morning, I thought about the other sounds I hear but spend less time on. I listened to the sound of the rain for hours this morning. It was so gentle and hopeful. The rain is healing and comes to bring newness. Then there are those sounds of the heart that not many get to hear. The sound of heaviness speaks louder than any city car. The sound of sorrow and tears penetrate deeper than any noise. In those wee hours comes the sound of echoing thoughts replaying the voices of the day. With those voices come the sounds of messages and words and weight spoken. These voices can provoke the heart in deep emotion.
In those times I lose the whisper of God. I need his voice. His sound is what I crave. I crave the silence of knowing his spirit and his penetration of my deepest place. He is the sound I want to listen for. Bring your truth Father, your servant is waiting and listening.
What sounds are you hearing?
Absolutely nothing; it is simply the most glorious sound I have ever heard and, in fact, always hear–the instant I take out my hearing aids.
Sometimes, it’s a whisper; other times He sets my bones on fire. And I can’t sleep or eat or do anything until I the ink in my pen runs day.
I can’t hear, so I learned to listen.
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one of my favorite prayers to pray in the “wee to the knees” moments, is that i hear his whisper as loud as i would a shout in my ears. how great would it be if all the time, i heard his whispers so loudly and so clearly. i want to hear him so well and know him so well that even his whisper is loud to me.
what i am hearing right now.. the sound of the fan in my room. its the sound that lulls me to sleep. dang, how i love the rest that the lord gives when my soul is so tired. its better than the gentle hum of the fan. :)
“Lord Jesus, what do you see? What sounds do you hear?” The psalmist wrote: “The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous…..and His ears are open to their cry. The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them…..the Lord is close to the brokenhearted…..and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
“Lord Jesus, please help me…..to see through your eyes. Please help me…..to hear the sounds that you hear…..”
my heart is overcrowded with so many voices and sounds right now. but under it all is a current of His peace. i hear it in the wind and in music. i hear it in His Word and in your words. i hear it in laughter and even in my own tears.
i’m praying for the sounds of His peace—of Him—to become ever louder in the midst of this storm.
That was lovely … I long every moment to hear His voice, not just in the quiet. It is such a sweet sound and fills me so. He is good!
Debra,
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