God listens

...though he's picky about what he gives us.  He's given me a lot of what i thought i wanted.  Often as a lesson for being selfish and demanding but none the less, there it was, whatever i wanted.

    What made me think of this was that i was listening to people speak at a convention where my hub was the guest speaker.  One person asked or said something to the effect of, "did anyone know what they wanted to be in the 7th grade".     uhm,  yeah.  As a kid i wanted to be  many things.  A ballerina, a veterinarian, a go-go dancer in a fringe dress in a glass-bottom cage, a gypsy in a Vargo, a Fame or Solid Gold Dancer  (dancer apparently came up as soon as i could walk and talk at the same time), i suppose a doctor and a teacher each came up.  But in everything, from about 10 on, i wanted to be a mom.  i always played at baby dolls and with Christopher Robin, my teddy, but Mommy was my main goal in life.  and i knew i wanted 5 kids, 3 girls and 2 boys.  And God listened.  i mean, he changed it up but i got it.  sort of.  I have 6 kids, 4 of my own and 2 step kids (that 5 falling comfortably in-between).  To add to that he let my dance. Okay, not on Fame, Solid Gold, as a Go-go dancer, as a performer or a profession but dance i did, and sometimes do.  I have a fringed skirt, i've moved around a lot with my husband's job, living better than a gypsy. And i work with kids as a teacher assistant in a day care.
   On top of that i wanted to live in or see Georgetown in D.C, London, Venice, Ireland, Africa, Japan...all of which i have.  For my lessons he often let me date the guys i wanted.  uh,  yeah.  thanks God.  

But he listens.  and though i am a very poor example of a Christian (i'm more of a christian) i am one.  I'm actually a lot more Christo/Native American/Buddhist if that is such a thing, but God is the one i speak to and the one i think listens.

Something else he listened to was my desire for a daughter.  I was unmarried and "dating" around.  I said repeatedly that i wanted a lil girl when my youngest boy turned 7.   Then i met a guy i had no right to be seeing and got pregnant.  My son turned 7 in March and she was borne in June.  And here's the clincher, i was told i was pregnant.  Very literally within minutes of "the act" i was told, yes a voice in my head, "yes you are and it's okay"  and i knew.  A complete sense of peace washed over me.  I wasn't freaked out because, yes this sounds all very weird and like i drink too much, this was the second time it happened.  The speaking i mean.   but those are other stories and i digress.  The point is God listens.  i believe that.  And i just felt like i needed to say it.

Sometimes, all to often actually, we think he doesn't.  i think it's because we are so busy causing a commotion by  being selfish or arrogant or stingy or....  that we can't here him.  but he's there. and he's listening.   And for that i'm truly thankful.