calling

whispers…

The Sermon on the Mount whispers to us. It can only be heard if we are listening closely. Really listening. Sitting at the feet of Jesus, staring intently at his face, hanging on every word. Listening.   Mesmerized by his wisdom. Captivated by his love. Listening. Then, and only then, will we hear it. Quietly…

what am I supposed to be?

It took me a lot of years to know what I wanted to be when I grew up. Like a LOT of years. I kept asking God, what am I supposed to be? But there was never a clear response from him. Well, maybe there was, but I wasn’t a very good listener. Back in…