Yesterday I wrote about talking to the Lord. I know many may say I’d like to talk to Him, but He doesn’t always talk back. I believe He does, but quite often we don’t expect Him to respond. Many times we don’t get still enough and quiet enough to hear that still small voice in our hearts or we don’t recognize His leading and His drawing to His voice in the scriptures.

I talked to Him for years before I ever realized He was actually talking back. That’s when I went from just talking to the Lord to talking with the Lord. But in those years that I didn’t hear His response there was one thing I did believe. I believed He was listening.

I happened upon this scripture this morning from the New Living Translation.

I love the LORD because he hears my voice and my prayer for mercy. Because he bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath! (Psalm 116:1-2)

I love that. “He bends down to listen.” I remember as a young child wanting to get away from the cares of the world. Yes, even young children can have cares. I used to climb into the back of my closet and just sit there talking to God. I really don’t remember Him talking back, but I was always sure He was hearing me and I was always sure He was there in that closet with me.

As I got older I found myself drawn to the chapel at my church. I could sense His Presence there. And I would talk to Him. I was sure He was listening.

Now as I speak, where ever I am, I know my heavenly Father is listening and I usually hear His response in my heart. But whether I hear a response or not I continue to speak because with faith like a child I believe my Daddy is bending down to hear me.