Hearing & Listening
A follow-up to"A Mossy Poem."
Last week I was on my way to a leadership meeting, left the house a little early hoping to snag a moment of sunshine breaking through a mid-March day. A Break in the Weather. Susan and Steve's farm is out Oak-creek past Bald Hill, we gather, relishing a quiet snug office tucked upstairs in their horse pavilion. A place of ease in which to hear God's voice among dear friends, even with an ole yellow tabby noisily pressing the sliding glass door, desperate for attention from his watchful barn duties. Smells of horses, sounds of chickens pushing pecking order for the night, a trio of ducks oblivious in light of dusk, waddling, wa wa wa is the song.
No competition for heaven to creep in. Yeh!
I had about forty-five minutes to stretch my legs, shake my thoughts and seek attentively into His voice for continuing encouragements to challenges that daily question me.
Just moments from location my sights were set on the backside park of Bald Hill. Out of my car, a quick stretch with deep breath releasing burdens, as they leave, my ears catch waters rushing under the foot bridge, zip my jacket fending off more chill than had already set on my bones, down the path my spiritual attention, conversing before words culminate. I'm with Him.
See who greets me?
Was he flooded or fording to early breeding grounds?
This Rough-skinned Newt without long hello's, twisting crawl, shying my camera lens. He is a familiar friend, I remember Him, with hundreds of relatives down Highland road at McGills farm pond, thru the thicket. I don't remember if we had permission to be there, but you could hardly walk, the edges of the murky pond moving with brown and orange slither.
How many of us filled a Kerr jar with grass and set him in temporary confinement, perched prize on our nightstand till Mom had pity and set him free.
Is what you seek hidden, embraced within a divine word tucked here or there? I desire it is so. Hmm?
What would you ask about my few moments with Him? These post's also might help.
Psalm 139:23, Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. Anxious thoughts can also be translated as "Vexing pathways". To ask God to know my heart. Actually, my heart is a place of love, humility, honesty. You can refer to it as my gate of first love. My spirit. Daily I open the door/gate/spirit to Jesus and invite Him in to come and sit on the seat or headship of my life. That is a governing position. I'm also very bold to say, searching goes both way, I want to know Your heart. I understand it like this, test me if there are any "vexing pathways" and lead me into all right standing. Well, I've just given Him permission to search, to know, believe me, He tests. What does He test? Mindsets, my will's or will not's! My past patterns, anger, impatience, touchiness, etc. Pathways or negative ways as I walk thru life that isn't part of His plan and purpose for me. I may not even know why I respond the way that I do at times. Sometimes it's learned patterns, protective patterns or a demonic influence. Those block me from standing right. Or, being close to Him and relying on Him entirely.
Sickness is never, never a test, PERIOD! That's against His nature and the finished work of Jesus.
That is why it is so important to hear Papa. Even my little Newt friend went through a maturing from a juvenile in the water much like a frog or toad until he matured and was able to explore outside his amphibious world. Hearing and listening equal understanding the spirit realm around me, around Him, using a different set of "Breathing apparatus" like the Newt. Takes practice, faith, seeking, most of all believing what Jesus shows you.
See these Pussy Willows and their new buds? There thriving in this pre-spring conditions. Bursting fuzzy shell held in tender green cup. Listening, hearing, perception. Look at the oscillating picture. The camera view is much the same. The lens is fighting to focus on what it thinks is the highlight of the photo. You could concentrate on the buds in the foreground, or cast your eyes into the still winter bare woods behind. What about the grass's that soften the midst? Problems, hindrances, even good things can be subject to depth or choice of perception just like our camera lens.
You know that saying:
"You can't see the forest for the trees".
A couple of ways to quote it:
"He is so caught up in her affection that he " can't see the forest for the trees."
"He is too busy on the outside looking in that he can't see the forest for the trees."
God is a spirit. How does a Holy, Spirit communicate?
Yes, God speaks through His word.
Yes, God is multilingual are you?
Transformation is not just about the cleansing work of the blood. My ears both spiritual and natural need to be transformed to hear, then to listen, receive understanding. If we only look at part of the picture we may miss the picture. Let's take for instance "Miss understandings" how do they occur? Usually because of a pre-existing condition on either the part of the communicator or listener. Same goes for our relationship with God. Pre-existing conditions can clog the airwaves so to speak.
"You can't see the forest for the trees". Just like all the different depths of view in the Pussy Willow collection. Ephesians 3:18 & 19 may you be able to comprehend with ALL the saints (heaven included) what is the breadth and length and height and depth, May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God.
We have only scratch the surface. I will continue to spend years learning to be spiritually multilingual,
One of my favorite old time hymns,
I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses, and the voice I hear whispering in my ear, the Son of God discloses..........
I've enjoyed sharing my "Newt" friend, with you.
A great "Break in the Weather".
I encourage you to set aside some time to continue to learn to listen. Ask many questions. You may ask me questions via comments. Happy to help!
Till we meet again in the garden....
Photographs of Bald Hill Park Benton County Oregon,
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