Seeking

Last night I was lying on my bed listening. Sometimes, I just want to listen because I miss the call to do that so often. I search so hard for answers by prayer and reading but I forget to listen. I think it's hard because it seems like God doesn't always speak to you when you set aside time to listen... the things that speak go somewhere along the line of this: "Oh, I forgot to call so-and-so back, hmm, I wonder if my sister had fun on her trip, maybe I will pass that class if I ace the final, hmmm, oh wait... I'm listening...". It takes a lot to listen. Well, I can successfully say that I listened and God spoke. My to-do list didn't. I had this crazy vision-like thing. I'm not good at the God-terms for things like this. Visions and intercessory and prophesy are all terms that sound so big and scary. Anyways, I had this vision/feeling. I saw myself lying there... searching and broken and needy... and there was a string that ran from my heart to God's. Wherever God was I assume. Somewhere up. Which is a funny, almost a childish thing to say- that God is up. But, in this instance He was up. That's where He was. He was showing me that we were attached. That my heart was tied to His. That He was feeling what I was feeling. That He was feeling it because He loves me. That my heart is His. It was incredible. I know it probably doesn't sound like it, but it really was incredible. It spoke amazing things to me about what I've been struggling with lately. And it was good. It pulled my heart- that string of His. And now that I think about it, that's probably why He was up.