"The voice of my beloved! Look, he comes leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills... I slept, but my heart was awake. Listen! My beloved is knocking." - Song of Solomon 2:8, 5:2
Not that long ago — about the end of summer, I was driving in my car. The day was completely ordinary, but beautiful still. I remember getting to this hilltop area where I could see trees for miles, it seemed endless. I took a moment to admire the sun beating on the deep green, like I often do, and then kept on my way. However, it was not but shortly after that my mind was trampled by some recurring thoughts. These thoughts resided on ideas, on meaning — on the day-to-day. It came to me suddenly and I realized for the first time that I had yet to invite God into thoughts like these. What if I simply conversed with Him? It was almost instantaneously after this thought that I entered into communion with the Father. I knew it was Him, by the tone in which he spoke, I heard this tone before, but not as often as I like to admit. “I am inviting you into more, I have not placed on others hearts what I place on yours.” I was wrestling with the question why I had this thing placed on my heart continuously over the years, but it seemed as though others did not. What did this mean? “Seek me with all your heart, and you will find Me.” It came and washed over me like a tidal wave, I knew I was on a journey — a journey to find the Father’s heart. It started within the depths of my mind, and it was not long until I was able to discern what was from the Father and was not. You see, the Father has a specific tone, quality, spirit, and content by which He speaks. He is gentle, peaceable, and does not try to convince me of things — He simply states them as they are. Maybe, I then began to contemplate, all along He wanted to reveal to me how to hear Him and how to understand His heart in the day-to-day. Now, without any effort, He makes Himself known to me in the books I read, in songs, in poems, in my cooking adventures, in my morning cup of coffee, in a hug from my husband, even in the gloomy autumn sky. I suppose that is the reason I created this blog, website — whatever you want to call it; to share my journey of finding the Father’s heart and the sustainable rhythms He invited and continues to invite me into.
“It is much more important to cultivate the quite, inward space of constant listening than to always be approaching God for specific direction.”Dallas Willard, Hearing God: Developing a Conversational Relationship with God