Repeats

Tomorrow I will have to repeat myself.  It does not make any sense.  The audience knows I have said these words before.  Nothing has changed.  There is no evidence that my viewpoint has or is moving.  Facts do not support a need to go through the same conversation, again.  Yet, there is a request on the table.  I need to tell the story, again. 
 
I remember going through the process with Carli and Whitney.  For the most part, it was fun!  Even when I was busy, I remember reminding myself how special the moment was for both of us.  I knew then and now that the special moment was a unique gift from God and the girls to me that would never repeat.  It was special then, but I now I am dealing with adults.  It does not seem special in this circumstance, quite the opposite really.
 
As I reflect on the needs, fears, and concerns, I find myself looking in a mirror.  Have I been any different with God?  Have and do I listen to God’s voice?  Even when God screams – words of encouragement, shouts of warning, wails of sadness, am I open to hearing?  If I am candid, the answer frightens me.  God continues to go to great lengths.  God’s voice is present in every moment of our lives.  Granted we are often busy, but even in the obvious, blatant, bold moments of my life I often find myself turning inwards, ignoring the sound of Divinity.
 
God, through a prophet warned my ancestors and the warning stands up today.  “Pay attention, my people.  Listen to me, nations.  Revelation flows from me.  My decisions light up the world.”  (Isaiah 51.4) 
 
The bad news is that I am often deaf.  The good news is that in every moment, you and I hold an opportunity to open our ears and hearts to God’s voice and touch.  Divinity is reaching out to you and I, ready and willing to walk in relationship with us.  It is an offer made in love.  It is one repeating with our heartbeats.