Now I’m at that awkward pause point where, in a conversation, you realize you’ve been doing all the talking.
There never needs to be any awkwardness between us. You assume I don’t care what you have to say, that your thoughts or feelings or words don’t matter. Of course they matter–they are the fabric of your daily life. Out of your thoughts arise your choices–and those matter a great deal, how you spend your time, and with what attitude. If you didn’t have Me to talk to, here, much of what you think and feel would remain locked inside you, never to be acknowledged or directly expressed, or worked through. Your thinking would be more muddled than clear.
Sometimes, I Am like a therapist who asks one question just so you can listen to yourself. So, what do you hear when you listen to yourself this morning?
I hear focus, Lord. I do. I have a lot to get done, but I don’t feel panicked. I feel…confident, actually.
You see, spending this time with Me has already done you much good. You’ve checked your compass–you know you are on course.
And that’s it?
Isn’t that enough for one day? These conversations don’t always have to be profound. Sometimes they can be, they need to be, very practical. What good is a relationship if it doesn’t touch you where you really live?