Sorry guys. I have to get real gross right here. I’m thinking that all of those years God was whispering to me, my narrow ear canal was full of wax. I couldn’t hear jack. Nada. I mean I could hear but I only heard what I wanted to hear. And when I say hear, I mean see. I only saw what I wanted to see.
He’s already written entire novels for each of our lives. He’s mapped out what is what is what for each one of us. Then He goes and slips in that present He gifted to all of us . . . free will. That’s when it all goes downhill. That’s when we try our darndest to rewrite the novels He’s crafted for each one of us. Then we become blocked. Our ears become clogged. We can’t see what He’s placed right in front of us. It’s right THERE, but damned if we feezing see it. I told you I’m going to invent new universal signs that warn of impending doom and gloom. One will be “CLEAN THE WAX OUT OF YOUR EARS!”. The other will be “HE’S WHISPERING TO YOU! LISTEN!”. No joke.
When I look back, do you know how many times God has whispered to me? Do you know how many times He has shown me what I needed to see but I ignored Him by subconsciously painting my vision with roses. I mean I put on these AMAZING rose colored glasses! I’m talking about coke bottle THICK hurricane proof glasses painted with the reddest roses that could ever occlude my vision. I couldn’t see anything He was showing me. I was blind to what was right in front of my face. Then I put on these earmuffs that were DA BOMB! They were made out of steel and bullet proof hardware that rendered me deaf, but only to His whispers. I think you get the point.
He was a whispering and a whispering to me for YEARS. I just couldn’t hear. I was in the La La Land of Love and Devotion where nothing could go wrong because everything had to be right. I looked past His whispers. I stepped over what He was showing me until it all blew up in my face. The thing is that the only way I was able to see and hear everything He was trying to show me for so long, was for Him to yell at me. He stopped whispering and screamed in my face. He rumbled intensely in my belly. He was so LOUD and so prominent that I had no choice but to take off my thick glasses and metal earmuffs. And what I found was rough. It sucked. Big time. How could I not have seen? I sorta blamed myself for not seeing what He was showing me. How could He not have shown me all of this? I sorta blamed Him for not showing me sooner what I really never wanted to see in the first place.
These days I may not be AS hearing challenged, but sometimes I wonder If I’m a little hard of hearing when it comes to His whispers. So now I constantly ask Him, in ANY situation, if what I’m seeing and hearing REALLY is what it appears to be. I tell Him that He’s got to help me to recognize His whispers. He’s got to hide my rose colored glasses and steel earmuffs from me. I want to see and hear everything I need to, so that wax accumulates no more.
