I love those who love me,
and those who seek me diligently find me.
The Art of Paying Attention
She walks each day at least 3 times
with or without the dog
through countryside and to the river
she sits under an apple tree
sometimes she spies the horse or cow
sometimes it’s just the rustling
of leaves somehow
that causes her to stop and ponder
look to the sky
and hear each word He whispers
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©1 July 2018
sometimes it’s just the rustling of the trees somehow that causes her to stop and ponder, look to the sky, and hear word He whispers to her . https://wp.me/p9Dhlg-Al @Marcie_Bridges #listeningtoGod #payattention #nature #poetry
I want to learn this art of stopping to smell the flowers like she does, this woman I love so very much.
I wish I knew her secret. But then again, I do know her secret. I just don’t know how to stop and pay attention like she does.
Oh she has learned. She has learned this art of believing that everything holds a message from God if we will just trust Him with all our hearts. She has taught herself through prayer and wonder how to incline her ear to our Lord above.
She has learned this art of believing that everything holds a message from God if we will just trust Him with all our hearts. https://wp.me/p9Dhlg-Al @Marcie_Bridges #learningtotrust #learningtolisten #stopsmellltheroses #poetry
I don’t get out into nature much. Every few months I travel to the mountains for their grandeur to speak to me somehow. And even then, I don’t always stop to spend time with Him.
It’s funny how we can allow things in our lives to keep us from enjoying all God has given us. Like allergies, insects, and animals that we are afraid to find. My neighborhood, this place I’ve lived in for 23 years, is the quietest place most of the time and I could probably walk safely among its roads if it weren’t for the dogs that run free—chasing me.
I’m just a ‘fraidy-cat’ of life I guess.
I’ve become a solitary, sedentary, placement on a couch. I spend my days amusing myself with things that I should (and maybe could) go without. Never spending enough time to open my ear and listen–to recline and incline myself–to whatever He may be saying.
I long for peace and quiet but when I get it I don’t deny this: I usually forget to pray my prayers or find a little heaven in that moment.
Next week I’ll be at the beach. I wonder. What will He have for me to see? What will I hear? What will I write? Will I find time to stop, pay attention, and listen for His whispers? Or will I get too caught up in the adventure?
Will we find time to stop, pay attention, and listen for His sweet whispers? https://wp.me/p9Dhlg-Al @Marcie_Bridges #recline #incline #payattention #poetry
How about you? No matter where you are or what you are doing, will you stop too? I hope you do.
From My Heart to Yours,