For those of you who don't know me, you may find some of the content in this blog contrary to your own beliefs, feelings or opinions. But, that's OK. Let me just get it out in the open, right off the bat.... I'm gonna talk about God. Yeah, I know God. Nothing raises hackles, starts wars, or turns brothers against each other like religion. But, I know of nothing else that heals, brings comfort and love like God, either. So, that said, I'm gonna talk about HIM.
I'm also gonna talk about my family. Not to boast, and not to give anyone the idea that our family is perfect or special. But I'm going to talk about my experiences as a Husband and Father who is trying to follow God's plan for our family.
Now, for all three of you left who still want to read about what is on my mind, let me start:
It's no coincidence that the title of this blog shares the title of one of my favorite Gene Hill books. A listening walk. That's not the pace I've always taken. Most of my younger years were spent in what can best be described as a "shouting race".
A race for what?
I don't I know why I was running. Maybe I was trying to outrun something. Maybe it was my headstrong, self reliant nature trying to take in everything the world had to offer, as quickly as possible. One thing was for certain, I wasn't listening. I was quick to boast, and promote myself. Yelling at times, trying to be noticed.
But, it seemed the faster I ran, the more out of breath I became. Finally, I had no choice but to stop.
Catch my breath.
And as my pulse slowed, and my muscles relaxed, a quiet voice spoke to me. I didn't like what I was hearing at first, and I started running again. But, fatigue set in, and I was forced to stop. Again, words convicted me.
As I yielded to the conviction, I started forward again. This time slower. This time with an ear for wisdom. I started my "Listening Walk".