Zeke. Chocolate lab. Loving. Snow-lover. Snack-lover. Cuddler.
I know these things about Zeke. I am certain of it. He waits on the porch for me. To let him, for lets say five minute before he asks me once again to let him out.
Some people say they are certain of many thing. I say I am certain of few.
What I do know is that every day begins and every day ends. What I do with the hours in between the beginning and the end is my choice. Life is a journey of many choice.
I began blogging when I found myself in the midst of trials. Wanting to share my heart but not knowing how. I shared my blog with no one. I shared my passion for my labs and slowly began to journal my feelings about God. They blended along the way and I've noticed how my labs....who cannot speak words...speak to me.
And I know it isn't just my dogs who speak to me. It is people in my life. It is circumstances. It is hard days. It is messy feelings. So I stop and I realize God is speaking to me.
A God that no longer speaks verbally, yet so powerfully uses everything else in my life to speak to me.
And what is speaking to you? Are you letting it speak? Have you stopped? Have you listened?
Was it the sunrise? Was it the wind? Was it the trees empty of leaves?
Was it the clerk at the store? Was it the phone call from a loved one? Was it the pet who cuddled close?
God's speaking to me. Of that I am certain. And I notice it only when I listen for the message.
There is a difference you know? Listening to the message and listening for the message. You have to listen for the message to be able to listen to it. To know what God wants you to hear.