listen...can you hear that?

how do you listen to the still small voice, a whisper, in a world were everyone is screaming his or her own dogma?

like the guy that just walk in. i can't hear his voice, but his cloths and swagger say it all. they're yelling, "i'm to cool and i know it!"

and that girl that just walk by. her outfit she is wearing, from the sweatpants and t-shirt, to the look on her face shouts, "i need an other coffee or i'm going to fall asleep right wear i'm standing!"

these are just two people here near me. this does not include all the music, movies, news, television, friends, family, information and noise that i come into contact with every day. now i ask in a world with so much sound, how do you hear a whisper?

it's more complicated then just listening harder. hearing the Lord whisper is not as easy as me just speaking less or simplifying my life, because i'm an american. i speak, act and dress my mind. what goes in must come out.

elijah heard the whisper. he was not fooled or doped by a wind that tried to tare down a mountain. or the horror and awesomeness of an earth quake and he was not fooled by even the beauty and terror of a mighty fire. he waited it all out, he heard the whisper.

he was a man on the run, but he was waiting to get a word from the Lord. instead of running aimlessly, as i do far to much, he paused. he could have ran the length and width of the world, but he waited to hear the whisper. in the whisper he found a truly marvelous thing. he found the next step.

i find it ironic that i yell so loud, "Lord, i have to hear you! give me the next step! please." there is nothing wrong with this prayer. it's just frustrates me that the next is in front of me on i'm to paralyzed to move. great i've heard the whisper now i just have to get up and move.