Hear that your soul may live.
This has been a phrase that has been in my heart for a few months now.
I first read it when the passage Isaiah 55 showed up in my “guide to prayer”.
The words strung together are beautiful. And I held onto that beauty because I needed it. It was like a life raft for me. A bit of lovely to hold onto. I think in those moments in the coffee shop in Kingsburg it wasn’t about me hearing from God. It was the knowledge that God was there.
When my preschoolers would get super excited and have something they wanted to say; when they were jumping up and down out of their seats to say something but it wasn’t the time I would tell them to “save their thoughts”.
When God showed me the phrase “hear that your soul may live” I believe he then started saving His thoughts for me. He was really excited to let me in on what was going on in his head but it wasn’t the time for me. He was storing them for a time when I would be capable of REALLY listening.
And then I came to Spain.
A couple of weeks ago we had a week dedicated to learning about hearing God’s voice. We learned through story and through seeing how God moved and spoke and what he was like.
Most every week here, every day, every conversation speaks about hearing from God and what we have HEARD from God.
Because when we hear from God we move.
When we hear from God we live.
And where do we hear from God?
Everywhere and everything.
It’s about opening the senses to touch, taste, hear, see and smell God.
There is no wrong way or right way to hear Him.
And now as I sit in another coffee shop halfway around the world I realize my spirit is so incredibly OPEN to hear from God.
That the thought of hearing from him inspires me.
There is a flipside as God wants to hear from me.
He doesn’t just want to speak. He wants to listen.
What does that look like?
For me it’s been stopping the act of putting headphones in my ears while I walk alone and freeing my mind of noise.
it’s writing my thoughts and words down so that other people can see what I’m pondering through.
it’s being open to speak so that I may hear.
“hear that your soul may live” has become a breathe in breathe out prayer for me.
There were days that in order for me to take a STEP forward I had to ask God to walk with me.
And he listened and walked with me.
And I think that without knowing it “hear that your soul may live” became a prayer.
Because I HEARD God.
I heard God one Sunday morning in June of 2009 staring at myself in the mirror.
And I spoke to God.
“Could I just meet you in heaven today? This is too much for me”
And He listened.
And then spoke. He showed me a dark, windowless, doorless room. There was no way out and no way for light to get in.
Then a nightlight came on.
A really small dim light.
HOPE in spite of.
What if I had not heard God that day?
HEAR that your soul may LIVE.
HEAR that I may LIVE.
Those days are far from me now.
They don’t lay claim on me.
All that is left of them are tear stained journal pages and the memory of a night spent crying on my phone in a parking lot.
I heard so that I would survive.
Now I hear so I may LIVE.
Hearing from God is met now with life. Met with hope.
Not met with grasping at a shred of light.
HEAR that your SOUL may live.
My soul is living a lot these days.
Living and listening to the joy, the color, the vibrancy, the light of life.
I’m realizing the God can speak in and through everything.
From the winds that sweep through Mijas, to conversations my roommate Katarina and I have before we go to bed each night, He speaks through His word, and through prayer and conversation.
I’ve met with a new beautiful Jesus here in Mijas. One who is life bringing and who longs for me to dream and have vision. One who wants to speak so that I can hear.
One who trusts me with the plans he has created.
I can’t wait to continually learn about this lovely, light filled Jesus, to speak and listen to what he may have for me and others. To change the way I see things.
I can’t wait to continually, daily live.
Hear that your soul may LIVE.