Hm.

The last 24 hours have been full of conversation. There were conversations going on in my ESL classroom with students, at my volunteer agency about future college options, over dinner with my girls on 3rd, with Mary Sheppard (from 7ish-1:30am!) about everything under the sun, with a small group this morning, and with Emily Hanna.

I thrive on conversation; it allows me to think out loud and to relate more deeply. But I've also been thinking about the conversations that I haven't been having. People I've neglected, people whom I don't see nearly as much as I'd like to (siblings included), people I wish I could connect with and can't seem to. Some of those lack of conversations are due to lack of time [management], others to lack of courage. Some people I just shouldn't have these conversations with. And then there's those who I'd like to seek out for meaningful conversation but realize that my own [unconcious/ulterior--however well intentioned] motives might get in the way of the conversation. (I.e., guys I might end up having a 'thing' for.)

And yet, what strikes me is that most of our lives are spent listening. I think we all forget that. We choose what we listen to, as well. Music is an obvious one. God is an obvious one, too, except that we don't intentionally do it very often. Or at least, I don't.

Hm. Think I should spend some time talking to God today.


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