Slow to Speak
I hate silence. I mean when it's appropriate - like funerals - I get it, but during a conversation when silence cloaks the conversation like a blanket it's down right awkward. Typically I'm the first to offer words to the silence gods to keep the discussion rolling.
But lately it's abundantly clear that perhaps spewing words is not the best idea.
Over the past two weeks (I wrote about some of them) I've witnessed where my inability to shut up got me into trouble. Another one happened last night.
While all snuggled in bed, on the precipice of falling asleep, I asked my husband about his workout schedule. Understandably he got miffed, he was on the way to snoozefest and I interrupted his journey. Trying to soothe the waters, I spilled more words all over him. It didn't work. Only when I stopped talking did the waves settle down.
During this morning's devotional or mediation I sought clarity. A verse came to mind: Be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to get angry (James 1:19). I was convicted.
I was trying to control by excessive amounts of words.
In every situation over the past two weeks, I was trying to control the situation. News flash Alicja, trying to persuade, direct, or dominate, only pisses people off. BUT if I listen, truly listen and hear their heart, surrendering my intention - it'll open the pathway to the best solution. It will not look like where I was trying to lead, but it'll eventually lead to where it should have gone.
Theodore Roosevelt said it best.
“People don't care how much you know until they know how much you care.”
And they don't know how much we care until we truly listen to them.