taken from “Listening for God” by my Guest Author, my Daddy
Sometimes we hear but we do not really pay attention. We lack discernment.
That was discernment that my daddy had. We lived way back in the mountains of Montana and didn’t go to town often. When we did it was always an adventure.
We could be coming home, I’d say, “Stop, Daddy, stop! There’s a mama pig and her babies.” Daddy didn’t stop.
Sister Barbara would say, “Stop, there’s a pinto pony.” Daddy drove on.
Then sister Ellen would whisper, “I gotta frow up” The car would come to a screeching halt.
That’s discernment.
