the ears that hear your voice
I’m sure all kids think like this, but I’ve always wondered what my parents really think about me. I know I can be opinionated and disagreeable. I spend a lot of time talking to them about my siblings. We talk about how hilarious Erin and Scott are. We talk about how Will is absolutely one of the best men any of us have known.
I know they think I’m a political mess. They think I do too much. They think I married a good man and have crazy kids. All of that is true.
But I haven’t known about what they think about me other than that. I have to infer their thoughts from all the advice they give, and some of those inferences can leave me discouraged.
The last time I was home, my daddy hugged me, and he said, “Amber, you’re tough,” and he squeezed me in his big arms and he meant it – Tough – with everything that tough infers.
Over and over since then, I’ve risen to those words. I hear it repeated: you’re tough.
He blessed me, let what he believed about me go into my ears and transform my heart.
I’m learning that whether we’re speaking them to ourselves, reading them aloud, or receiving them from truth-filled strangers, we must hear our blessings, the truth, to combat lies. I must speak into my children’s ears who they are. That is what it means to bless.
I’m taking a little break here to read this book and to think about some things. I’m learning, too, that if so many words go out over the whole wide world and all its air, I need to make sure I’m taking the time to consider those words carefully, to consider what is true, and to act on truth.
We’re learning about living gospel, and we’re asking ourselves some hard questions. I’ve been ignoring some things for a while.
How are you doing with God? To what are you listening? Are you blessing the ears that hear your voice?
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