My name, Samantha, means “The Listener”. For many years I was disappointed that the meaning of my name wasn’t at all true of me. I am a talker, a serious chatter box. Ever since I was little that is all my teachers ever said about me- I talked A LOT!
Over the past few years, I’ve come to learn more about myself. Looking inward I’ve noticed that I’ve become more silent. I speak less of my opinion. I decline offering anecdotes of my experience even if it relates to the conversation. I’ve taken less of a center stage. I’ve grown up. I no longer have to fight for a position to be heard. I am now ready to Listen.
God opened my eyes. Yes my eyes, not my ears. I saw a glimpse of a new definition of listening. I understood what being a listener actually meant. It’s not always physically hearing. It’s sensing the mystical and hearing what is unsaid. It’s intuition and “gut feeling”. It’s knowing and experiencing that silent space of energy and accepting it. It’s a glimpse into an unknown, but understood. It’s a gift from the creator. Learning to rest in His presence and hearing a divine understanding that has no words.
That, my friends, is Listening.
Glimpses of God 