My Batteries Just Died
For those of us who wear hearing aids, you know the sound when our tiny little batteries are about to give out. There are little warning beeps in our ear; one, then two, finally the battery red-lines with a 3-beep notice and all becomes muffled; the world grows quiet.
If I don't want to hear something (which is more frequent than I'd like to admit), I do nothing about the dead batteries, enjoying a little peace and quiet. Hearing aids without live batteries are basically ear plugs, which is not all bad.
The LORD came and stood there, calling as at the other times, "Samuel! Samuel!" Then Samuel said, "Speak, for your servant is listening."
Deep Down Listening is not easy and seems to be the exception in serious conversations. Samuel said to the Lord: "OK, I'm here. Talk to me; I'm listening." When life is not going well or grief overwhelms, we may find ourselves with few words to say. When we see our personal lives break or those things we've always loved go south, we like Samuel, can only listen to a word from outside our own heads.
Words of grace, guidance and love are heard again when the chatter in our own heads gives out; we are left speechless. Then we hear the Lord calling our names. We have run out of excuses or incessant blather or blame. "Speak Lord for your Servant (finally) hears. I'm read by to listen. Speak to me."
So when your batteries die, it's good to settle down and listen. Bless the Lord, my batteries just died, and just in time. There is a voice I am invited to hear.