When, I feel my voice is not heard, I think of this, he heard the one small voice in a crowd.
Many times in my life, I had to scream internally, for no one heard what I was saying.
Sometimes, I am guilty of this, not understanding what is being said.
We are not always right, we are not always the know it all to life.
But my father is, I hear him and I love it.
Before this shut down, someone was looking for something, I heard “its in the pantry” and so it was, I burst out with a joy, of “I love it, the way he says it” I find the joy in knowing, I am hearing, he is speaking and he is listening to my one small voice.
I just felt a realisation of who is going to hear my voice, I am not perfect, I do not know it all. But I am open to learn, open to admit, to be able to listen more, be patient and to see from the other side.
This is my key, I am very capable or breaking down things, like working for someone I was once friends with. I knew when she was my boss and when I was her teacher and friend. This is an invaluable trait, that I treasure to have be blessed with, for the old saying, do not mix business with pleasure. Separating things, breaking things down, like a task into sections, makes it easier to know the path out.