This past week someone i supervise openly defied me.
In the days that followed i plummeted into old patterns, played and replayed the conversation i would have ... only to lose my voice hours before she again walked in the door.
More than two years ago this image joined the mixed-media multitude adorning my desk.
In many instances i have learned to listen more ...
... and still i fret and wait impatiently, revisiting past conversations, imagining future conversations, exchanges in which i manipulate the other person into seeing things my way ... or rather, more honestly, doing things my way.
More than just a symptom of a summer cold, the loss of my voice seems to be a summons ...
... a summons to fret less, to really walk this walk as though i believe God is bigger than any earthly scheme, to wait patiently for His perfection in intervention
... to hush
Be still before the Lord
and wait patiently for him;
do not fret when people succeed in their ways,
when they carry out their wicked schemes. – Psalm 37:7
The wicked draw the sword
and bend the bow
to bring down the poor and needy,
to slay those whose ways are upright.
But their swords will pierce their own hearts,
and their bows will be broken. – Psalm 37:14-15
... to continue listening more, talking less, being an instrument of His love in a world with many too many broken hearts.
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