It’s dinner time, we’re all hungry, so I do the logical thing and ask my wife where she wants to eat. This is the convo that follows.
Carey: Hey babe, where do you want to eat?
Meghan: I dont care…
Carey: How about ____________
Meghan: No I just ate there yesterday…
Carey: ok, where would you like to eat?
Meghan: I told you, I don’t care.
Carey ok, lets go to _________________
Meghan: Eeesh…that doesn’t sound to good.
Carey: Fine just tell me where you want to go?
Meghan: I really don’t care!
Carey: We haven’t been _______________ in forever, and it sounds so good.
Meghan: That sounds too greasy.
Carey: (gritting his teeth, & clinching his fist) SHOOT ME IN THE FACE! WHERE DO YOU WANT TO EAT?
Meghan: Carey, I seriously don’t care!
An argument ensues for fifteen minutes with 32 restaurant suggestions all of which are shot down by the woman who “doesn’t care” only to end up at _____________, which was the third suggestion i made. Happens every time, always the third suggestion. So if I save the restaurant I like most for my third recommendation, odds are in my favor.
The real moral of this story is that it took me 12 years to figure this one thing out. I love my wife more then anyone on this earth, and yet I failed to see/hear her communicate in this manor. Perhaps, I was to focused on what I wanted, or perhaps I wasn’t listening to what she wasn’t saying, in either case, I missed it.
Which lead me to my next point; I wonder how many times God has endeavored to communicate to me and I’ve failed to hear it due to a lack of focus, selfish desires, or maybe I wasn’t looking for him in a situation, but he was making himself known?
Perhaps God is speaking to us in the things he is not saying, and this is our chance to start paying attention.
