A friend called the other day to check on me. She didn’t think I’d pick up, but she wanted me to know she loved me. It was one of the few moments in the past couple weeks when I felt like talking. I was so thankful she called – she was just the person I wanted to talk to.
Turns out, though, that she didn’t really have time to talk. So our conversation ended abruptly, and I hung up wishing she had wanted to talk to me, not my voicemail. And it made me sad.
But God always wants to talk to me. And He wants me to talk to Him. He doesn’t just want me to register a “call” into His “voicemail.” And when I don’t really want to talk, I suspect that makes Him sad, too. He’s always available for me and has all the time in the world to talk, to listen, and to be.