Five Minute Friday: Listen

How to Join:

It’s easy to join in, just:

1. Check what the prompt is on lisajobaker.com.
2. Write a post in only five minutes on that topic on your blog (or in the comments if you don’t have a blog).
3. Link over at lisajobaker.com and invite friends to join in.
4. There's only one absolute must-do rule: encourage the person who linked up before you. 

You'll be surprised how much amazingness can come from 5 minutes and simple words of encouragement.

GO

Shh…Listen.

You can almost hear it.  Just barely. Hear it?

That creaking, cracking…slow moving change.

And when the busy days are put to bed and the night is dark and the wind's blowing through that tall, tall tree out the window, I can hear it clear and strong.

Inside. Empty, broken, ragged places are beginning to heal. Dark and ugly places are made new. Things are creaking and moving -- change ringing deep.

I sit in the quiet rooms and listen. I cried here once. Silent and defeated. Now I fight to contain joy overflowing while the good man sleeps soundly. How life can change in what seems an instant. How it may take years to learn this art of listening for the grace, the goodness, and that quiet creaking of change -- the Father making all things new in their time. How amazing, surprising, overwhelming to feel life shift-- defeating to exciting, tiring to hopeful. And I can hear it now. This small creaking sound of change, sound of His faithfulness.

I am surprised, possibly most of all, that there is gratitude for those years of learning, there is joy to be found in the waiting.

And I remember that a beautiful adventure is best experienced in the journey, the unseen, the wonder and mystery of His working. I smile because I know change is happening, static in the air, and I am so grateful.

And I hear it now. Listen. Small echoes, whispers…children laughing, running, playing, singing. And I wonder if you can hear the future. And I wonder if I'm dreaming. And I am finally able to let my mind wander to these places once so out of reach. I smile, and listen, and the tears stream fast as I remember this…this beautiful adventure.

We’re almost there.

STOP