I know this because the whole way home from the mountains I heard:
"Red car. Red truck. Red truck. Red car. Red car!"
Instead of hearing this: (((((((((SILENCE)))))))))
I heard: the delightful babble between a two-year-old and a three-year-old.
Instead of hearing this: (((((((((SILENCE)))))))))
I heard: the fledgling love between two sisters.
Instead of hearing this: (((((((((SILENCE)))))))))
I heard: the sweetest longing to see their daddy.
Instead of hearing this: (((((((((SILENCE)))))))))
I heard: God telling me that despite my desire for a quiet ride home, my children need to be listened to in order to be loved.
I need to listen.
In the depths of my selfishness, in the thick of MY plans, in the valley of loneliness, I need to listen. To them. To Him.
Today's kinda feeling like Sunday for me. A really, really RED Sunday.
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