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Listening

Last year I went to Little Rock and had the opportunity to visit the Clinton Library. It was quite impressive. There were glass cases filled with letters written to President Clinton. There were rooms filled with the beautiful treasures and gifts given to the Clintons while in office. I recall being enamoured by the trumpets on display, maybe because Wyatt played the trumpet, maybe because it was a piece of history.

At the library, I saw Mother Teresa's letter to Clinton. She wrote to the President these words, " There is so much good you can do if you listen to God in the silence of your heart." (2 Nov. 1996)

What a beautiful sentiment that speaks volumes.

I've had the opportunity in the past few weeks to think about some things. That's been good...and bad.  It's not easy. Some days it's painful and full of sorrow. Some days it's full of hope for a good future. All the while, Mother Teresa's words ring true. God does speak to us if only we will listen. It's not easy to listen. It's not easy to be silent. But listening to the silence of our heart can guide us to the place where God intents us to be. Silence is how we hear the words of God. Silence is how we understand our purpose in life. Silence tells us who we are.

I am beginning to understand, as I listen to the silence of my heart.

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