One day, a Native American from a rural village decided to visit a friend in New York City. As they walked together down the hustling sidewalk, the Native American suddenly held up his hand. They paused, and he asked his friend, "Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" his friend asked over the noise, a bit bewildered.
"It's a cricket," the Native American said.
"A cricket?" his friend replied. "I don't hear a cricket. In fact, how is it even possible to hear a cricket over the roar of the traffic?" The Native American then walked to the street corner, where a small cricket was sitting. He leaned over and scooped it up, much to the amazement of his friend.
The Native American smiled and led his friend toward a group of people. As they caught up with the group, he reached into his pocket, grabbed some change, and dropped it on the ground. Heads turned as the change hit the ground. Most of the people around them had heard that sound.
The Native American turned toward his friend with a smile and said, "You hear what you want to hear."
When we don't hear God, the problem is not that He isn't talking, but that we're not attuned to the sound of His voice.
My prayer for you in the coming days is for God to open your ears so that you don't miss one thing that He has for you.
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