Listening

There are at least a couple of women in my local Fellowship who cause me to sit up and take notice when they share. They have good “lessons” to impart. Meditation is my quiet time with the God of my understanding. It only takes a few minutes of focusing and refocusing my mind on my “here and now,” Praying for guidance and knowledge of God’s will for me was but a beginning. Rather than a formal meditation session, I prefer a more casual approach to prayer. I ask questions, I pray for the health and well-being of those known to me, and those who are unknown to me. I work to keep an open mind in my search for God’s will for me. I know to leave my life and my will in the hands of the Master. . . and then practice the art of patience, because God’s answers don’t always come on my time schedule. But, as usual, God is right on time; as He has to wait for me to be ready to receive the messages that I need to “hear.” (Listen)
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7 thoughts on “Listening

  1. My soul rests with you, my Anamchara.

    Violent storms with very high winds and torrential rain swept through and the people who were leasing the building called and reported that the roof was leaking very badly.
    This happened during a period of spiritual growth when he had resolved to live by the Golden rule; you know what that is – Do unto Others As You Would Have Them Do unto You.
    So he donned his rain suit and sauntered off down to the property and found that lots of water was running down one of the inside walls. He made an immediate decision to go up on to the roof in the driving rain to try to determine what was happening.
    Observing the situation it was quickly apparent that several tennis balls were present and being washed about by the water flow. One of the balls was in the gutter and when it was caught in the downspout it seriously impeded the flow of water and water ran over the gutter down the wall and into the building. The tennis ball along with others was removed and the problem was solved.

    I can only say, “I certainly never heard of anything like this happening before, have you?

    Have you?

    It seems the tennis balls had gotten onto the large flat roof because a school tennis court was near enough.
    In the meantime the school has moved into a new site so the tennis court situation is no longer.

    Problem solved.

    Immediate results in practicing the Golden rule!

    It is no secret what God can do; what He’s done for others He will do for you.

    God works in mysterious ways his wonders to perform.

    Otherwise there probably would never have been an Alcoholics Anonymous.

    I’m Harry, grateful alcoholic and devoted 12th stepper.

  2. Sometimes it is hard for me to listen. I might be practicing exactly how I will deliver my important message that another alcoholic needs. I might think I know where the other alcoholic is going with her share. I might be planning my important day.
    If I do any of those things I am not living in the moment. The greatest gift I can give to a fellow alcoholic is listening. The greatest gift I can give to myself is listening to another. My higher power speaks to me through other people.

  3. We are delivered from self-centeredness and freed from compulsion.

    We celebrate our deliverance.

    I think i can better celebrate recovery if I listen, invariably I will get out of myself.

    Thanks SMB, good pic and share. Kt

  4. Top of the morning family,
    Here and now, the presence of now. That be the sweet stuff.
    12&12 Tradition Five, p.153
    But as he calmed down, he began to listen while I tried to show him that humility was the main key to sobriety.

    Today is a good day! For I don’t have to listen to the loudest voice in my head.

  5. I only seemed to listen.
    I was actually waiting for the slightest pause to thrust “me” into the centre.
    Oh, I heard your words, but only to use them as a foil for my ego.
    I certainly didn’t comprehend the “you” in what was being said, only the “it”.
    So I never heard, let alone felt, “you”, nor could I reveal the “me”.
    So no relationship, no “us”, the new third being created out our individual selves.
    Isolated, forlorn, unknowing.
    Then I witnessed your respect, undeserved to my unknowing eyes, as hopeless, forlorn drunks babbled on, in broken thought and heart. I saw patience and humility in quiet service, as frozen hearts felt long forgotten warmth from other humans.
    I saw hope begin to manifest, love establish.
    Communion, in the silence, of lost souls finding rescue.
    Grateful for the Gift

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