Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Whispers

For over an hour, I wandered aimlessly around Rivertown mall. Watching everybody pass me by, I realized how materialistic we are as a society. I noticed all the mothers with their daughters and thought how we as women are trained from childhood for this. In order to be happy, we must have this or that, and of course, spending money is a source of euphoric happiness (and an empty bank account.)

"Are we really this vain, and self-absorbed" I wondered. Is this what we all aspire to? Is our highest desire to walk on those crowded, cold tiles hand-in-hand with some eye candy and shop for that perfect dress for the prom as a teenager, buy the perfect ring for our engagement (with a different piece of eye candy) as we get older, and outfit our children in that elusive bargain at the biggest name brand stores?

Even so, I still like the mall. I mean who else wanders in the mall alone just to think about life and God and people? I find it rather peaceful and soothing; it makes me feel small, yet special. In the midst of the whirl of the people, here I am chatting with God in my head. I have been so materialistic lately (yes, and vain), it was almost a test for myself to go to the mall and not purchase anything. (Starbucks doesn't count). It amazes me to think how easy it is to hide behind that new shirt or the make-up or even a book, especially a book. I have been losing sight of who God made me to be. While I know I have a long ways to go to be that person, it's the journey that counts, not the destination. All we have to do is listen to the right voice and follow it. So listen carefully.

WHISPERS

The world whispers
Trash, worthless
God whispers
Gold, priceless
The world shouts
Failure, give up
God shouts
Work in progress

Things we hear and who
We choose to listen to
Makes us who
We are

The world cries
Stupid, waste of time
My God cries
Beloved, here I am
The world declares
Average, boring
My God declares
Amazing, beautiful

I’ve heard both voices
And this day I know
Whose voice I
Will heed

Who
Will
You
Choose?

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