My hook pierced the square vigorously when I started, but my clenched hands lessened their attack as the frustration of the day seeped out of my fingers and into the yarn. After a full, demanding day of teaching classes, I was sick of kids not listening to me. The simplest command, such as “say whoa to your horse only once” was immediately followed by a chorus of multiple ones. The repetition of ignored instruction had worn my patience, and my voice, thin.
I’m a big advocate of listening. By it one says, “You’re the most important priority to me at this moment.” So instead of pouring out my grievances, requests, hopes, and even praises, I just listened to God while square #170 came into being. Sometimes I forget I’m in a two-way conversation. Granted, God doesn’t often speak in an audible voice, but He does speak. By listening, I’m glad to honor Him with my love and respect.
Psalm 78:1 “O my people, hear my teaching; listen to the words of my mouth.”
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