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Can You Hear Me Now?

In his book, A Simple Christmas, Mike Huckabee tells of his early childhood days and believes that the blasting Rock music he listened to in his early years at the highest volume levels attributed to his hearing problems today. Maybe that’s my problem. I’m a child of the sixty’s and I blasted my Rock ’n’ Roll “records”. It was hilarious to be in my kitchen this morning and hear my hubby’s and my exchange of words. “Say again?” must have been repeated a few times! We laughed!

Last weekend I attended a memorial service for the dad of my friend, Sue. Afterwards, Sue invited us all to a sit down dinner with her and I sat next to my dear old friend, Herman, a man in his late 80’s. Herman probably didn’t listen to loud rock music in Germany where he grew up because even at his old age, he could hear better than I could. The nice thing is that older people are more patient with you than younger ones. Herman didn’t get out of sorts when he repeated his question for me more than once.

I thought about all of this during my prayer time this morning. God, as old as He is, is not hard of hearing. Sometimes I think He is because the answer or solution is slow in coming, but no, I see too many promises in His Word to know that He cares and hears me when I call. In Psalm 139, in Verse 4 it says: “For there is not a word on my tongue, But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether.” That’s even closer than hearing me! No communication gap there between us and I don’t even have to speak!

Isaiah 58:9 says “Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer; you shall cry for help and He will say: Here I am.”

I like Psalm 91:15: He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.

I praise Him today. He not only hears me, but He is willing to answer me and even rescue me!

Comments

  1. Great post! I am so glad that God is so patient with me as well. He's never to busy either.

    Have a Merry Christmas

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  2. Amen sister Mary! So glad He's always there for us! Praying it would be the most meaningful day of the Lord for you and your family! Love and blessings to you.

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  3. Urgent Prayer For Eddie (Love Bug)
    I am typing this for Denise of Shortybears Place she is on the phone with me now

    Eddie has had a stroke and is in hospital under observation. They were unable to get the stroke medication in time. So far they have done a CAT scan and a MRI and other test are being awaiting . His leg is effected. He is able to speak. This is written at 9:30 p.m. TN time

    He is in Memorial Hospital Chattanooga TN. She is alone so if any friends are able please consider coming to her side. He is being moved to room momentarily.


    This is written by Donetta of A Life Uncommon and she can be reached through me.

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  4. Ah, Mary - How I love your weaving this analogy so skillfully! Here I was smiling and nodding right along with your message ... thank you!
    May you and all those you love enjoy a blessed Christmas!

    Hugs!
    Myra

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  5. Yes, and His listening is so holy, so real, so eternal. Thank you for a sweet post. Merry Christmas, Mary!

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  6. I have found that often the answer seems slow in coming because the journey can be more important than the destination.

    Merry Christmas!

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  7. Amen! What would I do without the listening ear of the Lord? Sometimes he seems so far away, but in my heart, I know he is always so near!!!

    Merry Chrismas, Mary! Many blessings to you and your family as you celebrate Jesus!

    Love,

    Andrea

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  8. Oh Mary! This was a beautiful post!! I am so thankful that God is not hard of hearing!
    I hope you had a wonderful Christmas!!

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  9. Mary, how true your words are! I know there are times when I grow impatient even though I know He does hear me. It reminds me to also be patient with others.

    I loved the photos of Carrie and the baby on Facebook. Too cute! I pray that you had a nice Christmas.

    Love and hugs,
    Debbie

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