In you, O Lord, I take refuge; let me never be put to shame.
In your righteousness deliver me and rescue me; incline your ear to me and save me. Be to me a rock of refuge, a strong fortress, to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress. Rescue me, O my God, from the hand of the wicked, from the grasp of the unjust and cruel.
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My very first mental image of God was looking something like Mickey Mouse - big ears. Very big ears. We talk to God alot mostly about ourselves. God listens. God listens in a multitude of languages. God hears whispers as well as shouts. I even thought at one time that the word LENT meant that the Lord's Ears Never Tire. A mighty fortress is our God, but get a load of those ears! With a humanity crying out for attention, it is little wonder that we need a God who listens. And when we rest inside the refuge of God's attentive ear, when we have been heard and understood, when we have been protected and made whole, then perhaps, just perhaps, we can love one another with our ears.
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Thanks for listening, Lord. Amen.