It’s easier to hide behind a pen
Than saying things out loud.
It’s easier to detangle thoughts through my fingers
Than to quietly
I hear the voice.
I journal and pray there daily.
I hear proclaimed again.
“How am I supposed to do that?”
I set down my pen.
And I think.
So many decisions,
but I can’t hear anything.
It is suggested that I fast
by someone who’s opinion I trust.
And so I didn’t write.
For four days.
Writing is how I think.
It’s how I communicate.
But it’s possible.
Anything is possible when God’s there.
And though I didn’t hear
The answer I was looking for,
I didn’t think I did,
Until I processed in my journal after.
Then I was sure.
Is that cheating?
Sometimes, we must be still
to see what’s going on around us or
God is there, waiting for us to listen.
What is listening?
How do we do it?
Everyone’s God language is different,
So I can’t tell you.
I’m not sure I can tell you mine,
though I know I’ve heard him many times.