Today I met my mom in the city for a little shopping and eating. When we’re together I tend to talk non-stop, and poor little Emerald sat in the backseat, just waiting to get a word in edgewise.
I was going on about something and was tuning Emerald’s voice out (which I think is a natural defense mechanism that mothers possess) when suddenly I heard her say, “I’m just talking to myself.”
I had to burst out laughing at her matter-of-fact acceptance that no one was listening to a word she was saying.
But, later it occurred to me that sometimes this is my attitude when I pray. I pray as if I’m talking to myself. I approach the God of the Universe as if nobody is listening to a word I’m saying. As if He is too busy with more important stuff, or too disinterested in the small details of my life.
Nothing could be further from the truth. He not only hears me, He listens to me. He knows every thought in my head and every spot in my heart, every yes and no, every regret, every temptation, and every triumph. Yet, He listens. And, He loves the sound of my voice.
Yours, too. He sees you, and He hears you. When you pray to your Creator, you are never, ever talking to yourself. And, He will never, ever be too busy to listen.