How to Practice Deep Listening and Reclaim Your Intuition
I heard the drip of rain. At my 11 o’clock, running water. At my 9 o’clock, birds communicating. And between all of those noises, I heard stillness.
I heard the drip of rain. At my 11 o’clock, running water. At my 9 o’clock, birds communicating. And between all of those noises, I heard stillness.
The universe—love itself!—really is conspiring in your ways that exceed your wildest everything. Let it! Don’t limit love. Don’t limit opportunities. Let be what is. Let come what may. Call the good forth. Call the beautiful and patient and kind. Call love to surround you and invade you. May love overwhelm you so that even the most simple, most mundane becomes profound.
Rest so deep and full that only God can meet me there. No—that only God does meet me there.
However you define silence or stillness for yourself, I hope you come to know it, understand it, and above all, practice being it: Stop fighting. Calm down. Be quiet. Be calm. See. Understand. Desist.
How many times in our life do we set an expectation and then, within moments—within breaths—forget that we said we were going to do something different? That we were going to do something that would require something different of us?
Why worry when I can pray? Why worry when I can safely forget because You—the God who knows, hears, and sees ALL—will and does remember?! Thank You, God, for this freedom. For this liberation. For this knowing. For this understanding.
I am healed, and I am healing still. I am recovered, and I am recovering still. I am nourished, and I am nourishing still. Thank You, God, that I serve the God who says, ‘I Am That I Am.’ And because I know that, I know that I AM, TOO.
When I listen, God speaks to my innermost being, to my interstitial spaces. When I obey and act by faith, God moves big and bold on my behalf.
My heart rate soared, even as I sat still—a stark reminder of how deeply stress lives within us. I survived those past moments, but healing only came when I finally chose to live with intention. From recounting stress to rewriting my story, I’ve learned that true health isn’t just the absence of disease; it’s alignment of mind, body, and spirit.