MOMENTS SPOKEN

There are times when words come easy to an experience. They flow like a steady steam, easily, smoothly and so effortless.

Then there are the times when nothing seems to be able to be said that flushes out the event. It just leaves a person speechless.

Being a writer I am of course used to expressing myself with words. It doesn't mean I do it perfectly or always adequately, but it is part of my nature.

However, there are times when the real language needed isn't from something said by the lips. It must come from within, yet originate beyond our understanding. Those are the episodes most riveting when revelation of the type that can literally change one's life can occur.

That doesn't mean we always listen. In such situations our minds can easily get distracted by stimulus and our surroundings. We can lose the chance to experience the moments spoken by God's desire.

He is patient and longsuffering with us. And the reality is that at times such moments can inspire faith, heal or minister in some special way.

Only since it doesn't affect our salvation, but rather is a form of blessing which is easy to miss out on if we don't pay attention. For it is not in the thunder of a heavenly voice dramatically pounding our ears that we hear the moments spoken as intended.

It can be as simple as a nudge. And it can also be as easy to understand as seeing something that is plain.

In such cases we can so often complicate things by our own choice. We want the profound, which instinctively we assume must be dark and mysterious.

Instead it might come with the soft, fragile eloquence of a butterfly. The wind could bring it with such quietness that we might think it is our imagination.

To hear, truly hear, means to be open to the dialogue that gives a light seen by the mind and not by the eyes. It can take practice at times. If we are not too impatient to expect miracles in the process.

How easy we complicate the simple. There are times when truly in order to hear we have to shut up.

I've been there too often in my own life. And I'm grateful that the Lord's grace has contended with my impetuousness.

I draw a form of joy from knowing there will always in life be the moments spoken. I just pray I don't miss them when they come.