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I pray daily. Multiple times per day even. I make sure and thank God for my many blessings. I let him know everything that I’m sorry about or feeling convicted about. I pray for myself, for my family and friends, strangers, my pastors, my community, my country and countless other things. I even pray for others to come to know Christ. I ask God to guide me, show me, and tell me what to do in various situations or circumstances. I ask Him to speak to me. Sounds like a great prayer life, right? On the surface, sure! I’ve noticed two problems recently, though: 1. I rarely, if ever, pray for God’s will. And 2. I often forget prayer is a two-way conversation and even though I’ve asked God to speak, I forget to listen for Him to do so. 

How often do we say “amen” and not even bother to sit and listen to God’s reply? I’m so convicted of this! God has a lot to say to us whether through His word or directly. Yes, I do believe God still speaks directly to us as groups and individuals, just as he did to Abraham, Noah, Moses, Job, and many others in the Bible. The Bible tells us that God is the same yesterday, today, and forever. He’s still doing stuff the same way He always has then, right? So what’s the problem? Why can’t we hear? We either can’t hear over all of the distractions in our lives or we don’t even try to listen. Something else that may happen is that we hear God’s still small voice or feel one of His nudges, and we ignore it. We push it away. We act in disobedience rather than doing what God says. We don’t want His will; we want our own. So we brush it aside and we continue to ask Him to speak as if we didn’t just hear Him. 


Sisters, join me in asking God to speak and in practicing obedience to what we hear. We know that God is pleased with acts of obedience so that His will can be accomplished through us. Will you listen today? Will you pray for His will and then act in obedience to assist in God’s will? 

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