It had nothing to do with the words I read up through verse four, rather the words He delivered softly through our broken tete-a-tete on the patio.
My prayer "Show me something Lord..." was answered this way:
A giggling Susanna joined me on the chair beside, animatedly recounting an episode of Tom and Jerry.
Olivia Honor climbed up on my lap and with me watched brilliant flashes of lightning streak down out of the dark sky. I told her that God created the Lightning, did she know that? Then I listed off a long string of the things we saw before us that God had made, and discussed how great He is a making stuff!
Moments later, I had to reenter the house to wipe a bottom.
It was not the "date" I had imagined when it looked like I might have some uninterrupted minutes in the cool of the morning, but He spoke to me.
And this is what He said:
"See? This, Analene, is life.
When I gave you these children, I fully expected you to be busy in the caring for them.
If You are too busy being religious for me, and have not the time to listen intently to them... to laugh at their antics, and discover my glory with them, you have missed what I could show you as I reveal to you the heart of a servant.
Keep coming to me, but be prepared for interruptions, and I will speak to you... even in the midst of that."
I believe Him.
I intend to keep trying for that one-on-one date, but if we are joined by two, three, or however-many others, I will trust Him to speak to me... for I know He will.
He has.



