More often than not, I am guilty of not listening to the Holy Spirit. It sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, but I am frequently so distracted by the frenetic pace at which we live in this 21st century that I don’t hear what it is saying. The whispers get louder and louder … sometimes I hear something and swat at my ear as though a fly is buzzing near me. Sometimes I catch a word or two which causes me to stop and strain to make out the rest of the sentence, but then I get distracted or give up and never hear the entire message.
Too frequently, it requires the spiritual equivalent of someone dropping a house on me for the Holy Spirit to get my attention! On those occasions, hindsight reveals the clues I missed along the way, of course.
This is indeed one of those occasions.
