It’s been a rainy afternoon—the kind that throws your sense of time off a bit because it looks like dusk at three o’clock.
My basset hound had the look about her that begged for a walk, so with leash in hand, we ventured outside.
A few feet into the yard, I became aware of the slightest sound of wind chimes delicately moving in the breeze.
Immediately, I was aware that it was quiet enough for my ears to acknowledge them.
With my mind in comparison mode, my thoughts quickly ran to an experience from just days ago.
I had been staying at a hotel near the ocean with friends for some much needed rest and calm.
The hotel had a very nice pool for its guests to enjoy, along with scheduled poolside events throughout the week.
Along with things like water games, hula hoop contests and making your own tie-dyed shirt, they also offered a game where those participating were given a card with numbers.
During that activity, everyone had to be very quiet to see if a number on their card was being announced.
On this particular occasion, my friends and I were not involved in the game.
Sitting almost at the edge of the pool deck, we were talking together when it happened—-
I noticed that the noise was gone.
Suddenly, everyone had stopped talking, listening only for the voice of the game announcer.
The significant thing to me–even then–was that I hadn’t even noticed that there WAS any noise, until it stopped.
I had grown used to the clutter of sounds around me, adapting my hearing to only selected conversation.
What would it take for me to really listen for God?
For all the noise to cease, listening only for His voice, like the delicate tones of wind chimes on a quiet, rainy day?
My sheep listen to My voice; I know them, and they follow Me.
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