There was one point where I was working in the downstairs and Nate at the opposite end of the house in the upstairs. I started humming some of my favorite songs.
Backstory: My husband has this obnoxiously good voice. I personally joke that singing is not 'one of my spiritual gifts'. I also say this when my dad asks me to do something that I don't want to =) Oh pastor's family humor...So moral of the story: I usually don't belt it out around Nate.
But after a while I heard an accompaniment to my song. Nate had heard my humming, and went right a long with me. I have so say, it was beautiful. Very peaceful.
The thought entered my mind, "I can't believe he heard me from all the way upstairs." Then I realized that because this house isn't lived in, and therefore is empty, the sound carries so much farther. When all our junk gets moved in, that characteristic won't continue.
My mind started wondering through my life, my thoughts and my heart. Do I have junk in the way of hearing my Father's voice? What's inhibiting Him to be heard?
Is it busyness? selfishness? pride? doubt?
This week I'm focusing on uncluttering my heart.
What junk in your life is silencing God's voice?