What does He hear?

I sit.  The sound of my littlest one testing the waters of speech and language rippling in my left ear, and in my right, the mumbling of the ocean against the dock and the boat.  The cares of the coming hours can wait.  I listen.  The Spirit of God rising on the horizon with the morning sun, rising in my soul and breathing into me the life of a new day.  A fresh day.  A beginning.

What does He hear?  The One who rose over these waters at the very start of it all, so many, many years ago.  The One who speaks life and days and beginnings into everything.

The murmur of the breeze and the song of the birds.  The anxious thoughts in my heart that wear me down, weigh me down.  The thoughts in the hearts of those closest to me.  The thoughts in every heart from here to the ends of the earth.  He knows me.  He knows us.  He knows this day.  He sees how it will end.

What does it sound like to Him?  To the One who is before all things, and by Him all things exist.  He holds the rising of the sun and the burdens of my soul in His beautiful, powerful hands.  What does He hear?  He who is not worried.  He who loves deeply.  He who cares completely.  He knows what He is doing.

I rest.  To be.  To be with Him.  To listen to Him and to wonder at Him and to gaze on His beauty.  Heard, and hearing.  Found, and finding.  Held, and holding.  Known, and knowing.

"The Lord will guide you always; He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame.  You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail." (Isaiah 58:11).