Hearing the word is the devout receiving of the will of God.
William Ames
(the cliffs of Timoleague, Slieve League, County Donegal, Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015)
I know you hear me.
The others aren’t so sure.
“I Keep praying because I know He hears me.”
Words repeated often to the skeptical.
Prayers asked
Prayers offered
Prayers given…
Yet no word in return.
I know you know the plight, the ordeal, the big picture.
I remind you…
everyday…
multiple times during the day…
despite knowing…you already know…
I know you know more than I do because I know you see what has been, what is and what will be.
You have the bigger picture in focus while I remain small in my vision and view.
The others aren’t so sure that I know what I’m talking about.
They hear in my voice a certain certainty in the face of great uncertainty…
with no change, no results, no “answered prayer”
yet I know
and I continue with my prayers
because I know you know…
They scoff, they walk away rolling their eyes, they grow irritated with my seemingly empty insistence.
I speak with a peculiar confidence…
that only I seem to have…
since there never seems to be the answers, the results, or the much needed miracles,
others want or need…they think that there is no need for my irrational words, hopes or invocations…
No matter…
I continue to press on,
pressing you with my prayers, my words, my tears, my urgings, my yearnings,
my hopes, my dreams, my desires, my needs…
Because I know…
Because I know you know
and because I know that what will be will be
as only you would will it….
because I know you hear….
“Hear me, O Lord, hear me, that this people may know that You are the Lord God, and that You have turned their hearts back to You again.”
1 Kings 18:37
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