God Reads My Blog
This is an in your face post to all the A-list bloggers out there with thousands of RSS subscribers and readers. Yes, I only have two averaged subscriber and sometimes it’s only one. But it doesn’t really matter, I am not envious or bitter because I know for a fact that GOD, yes the Almighty One, reads my blog.
How can I be sure? Read this!
Yesterday’s post was about how to listen to your children and how to be aware of their direct and indirect communication methods. I felt pretty good writing that post. I was able to really share some good information with my readers. This elation that enveloped me lasted the whole day. I was beaming with pride and confidence as I walk through the classrooms to observe some teachers and students. However, everything changed the minute we, Smiley Face and I, got into the car to go home.
I first asked how her day went. She said everything was great! So I said, “great.” I settled into my I’m getting ready to battle traffic mode. I turned on the music and I started to let my body relax. As soon as I pulled out of the school parking lot, God, with his/her divine humor, showed up.
Yes, God showed up! How? He made his presence known through my daughter Smiley Face.
Smiley Face started talking to me about her dreams. I turned down the radio and listened to her intently. It was the least I could do. Heck! I just posted on my blog the topic about listening to your children effectively. I would be the biggest hypocrite if I didn’t pay attention to my own daughter, my car buddy.
So, I listened. And listened. And listened some more. Geeeeez Loiiiis! She talked and talked and talked the entire trip, 1 1/2 hours worth of jabbing about dreams, video games, her analyzing dreams, her little brother’s dreams, and on and on and on.
I wanted to tune her off. I increased the radio volume a litte bit higher but she lowered it down so that I can hear her better. So I gave a lot of really? huh? wow! you don’t say? that’s funny. ok. ok. ok…
I could not ignore her. I didn’t want to break the same advice I gave on my blog. I practice what I preach! But, oh how I wished she’d stop talking. I wished I had the courage to tell her to be quiet, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to stiffle her imagination and her self-expression.
By nature, Smiley Face, like everyone in the family, is a talker. But, like everyone in the family, she hardly speaks when she’s in the classroom. So after school, I become her default listener.
Wait, it gets better. When we got home, I thought my ears could finally rest. Sadly, God was not finish with me yet. As soon as we walked in, CJ, met us enthusiastically at the door and he started telling us stories about his day. Every time I look away, he would put his hands on my cheeks and made me look at him. I guess he was just trying to make sure if I was really listening to him. So, I got a healthy dose of “a day in a life of a 3 year old evil genius.”
My ears finally got their rest when everyone went to bed. I got ready for bed and acknowledge my true fan, God, that I got the message.
Maybe if I start going to church on Sundays instead of blog hopping, he would leave me alone?
Naaaaaaah…
That is awesome! I love to listen to my kids… even though only one of them has something to say that I can understand– Dan was trying to tell Henry to stop asking so many questions and I about had a fit– he is a curious 3 year old…. I love that he has so much to talk about!
I am sure that your daughter loved that you listened to her talk for so long!
Do you wonder why God doesn’t talk? He just listens.
Rant all you can! Hehehehe…
Isn’t that the way it always works?
*sighs*
Oh, kids. Raising ‘em is like being pecked to death by gigantic chickens.
Hilarious! I have had the same convictions about really intently listening to my children…and I’ve had the same thing happen….endless talking! lol!! And yes, I do believe this is one of God’s ways to refine us! lol!!
Really, you thought of God and the next day your child talked about God. Wow, ammmmazing. Since I’ve only read a couple of your articles, and only on your page by chance (through using Google as a filter), I figure I would look around and see what else your writing about. So far, you’ve mention God a couple of times. So you have lots of faith. I’m sure that you are a very religious type person. How often do you think of God? How often do you talk about God to others, especially family? I’m guessing about every other day. Could it be possible that in the next week this same type of coincidence will happen maybe 3 times? But hey, if it makes you sleep better at night, believe in what you want.
That’s pretty funny! God, and fate, have a way of playing those little tricks on you! But, I have found out that sometimes, you learn some of the best stuff listening to those stories…but…yeah…I get it…sometimes you just have to turn them off or tune them out every once in a while or it could drive you mad mad mad I tell ya!
Once again..another great post…gotta love the irony there!
lol - you are right on. I love seeing how God works in our lives, sending angels (even DISGUISED angels) to help us her His message.
I tell ya - I was CRACKIN’ up when CJ started holding your face to make sure you were looking AT him and LISTENING to him. Man, they’ve got the best tricks up their sleeves, don’t they?
And now here comes Mr. Invisible…
I can relate, my 4-yr old son loves to talk and talk and talk. Ha ha! He is a late talker and somehow I find it amusing that he seems to be catching up now.
Chris -
The irony is that once they’ll leave your home, you’ll crave for those moments of chatter and life that once existed to fill your heart and mind with sense of family and intense bond.
Great post my friend, as usual.
Shilpan
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