A weekly blog about relationships, belief, and personal growth, written from a position of hope.
"Don't do it." An unfamiliar, muffled voice broke my attention. "It's not worth it," he said. I looked up to see a man in his late fifties, most likely a truck-driver, smiling at me. I laughed and agreed. A hundred gas station hot dogs rotated in front of me.
A long drive, an empty stomach, and a brief moment of curiosity (and something kind of like optimism) had me contemplating what I would normally never consider.
"It will give you heartburn," he went on. I was talking to a true veteran of gas station hot dogs. This man had learned a few lessons the hard way in his highway ventures over the years.
He walked off, I paused to reconsider, then I started to fix a hot dog. I ignored the voice of reason and the advice of someone who had learned from experience. I chose what I wanted over what was good for me.
Pretty heavy stuff when related to a piece of meat (generous description of a hot dog) and bread, but the point is clear. How often are we staring the answer in the face yet we willingly ignore it in pursuit of our own desires and agendas?
We have voices constantly speaking what we need to hear when we are willing to listen. The challenge is to actually listen, decipher, and apply.
In the last week alone, I feel like every day has held something I've needed. The voices were speaking wisdom about rhythms in life, spiritual discipline, sin and its consequences, prayer, forgiveness...
Most of what I need to hear is simple, but the simple is never easy, as we've previously discussed. We can make it a little bit easier, though, by simply listening to and discerning the voices we're blessed to have already guiding us.
You haven't missed your calling
From where I sit in this hospital waiting room
Accept the invitation to live
The lighted window
It was worth it
The subtle sounds of a life together
Made for the now-what
When holidays are hard
Sharing in our suffering
To my doubting friend
Ten years down the road
How long, Lord?
A season of doubt