I was on the phone with my mom a little bit ago, which is a normal occurence in my day, and my call-waiting beeped in.  Normally, I ignore the beep and finish my conversation with whomever might be on the line, but I truly felt the need to answer this call.  As I switched over to the other line, I immediately understood why God had me answer the call.  Over the course of the next forty minutes, God wanted to teach me something.

Now, I'm normally a talker.  Shoot, if you're actually reading this, you're looking at a website called Bob Morton Speaks.  Speaking is my thing.  My lists of talents do not normally allow me to ponder the concept of a site called, Bob Morton Listens.  Tonight though, my friend needed an ear to hear her.  As much and as often as I wanted to raise up and speak something, I felt supressed, but not in a bad way.  I felt as though a hand was on my shoulder, inviting me, rather than condemning me, to listen. 

As I gazed upon the clock on my phone at the end of the conversation, I felt so wonderfully blessed that the Lord had taught me so important of a lesson, even at such a seemingly random time.  I have nothing else to say, except that if you're like me at all, maybe you need to take a second to (lovingly) shut up and listen.

Love,

Bobby