Monday, June 9, 2008

He knows my name

Once day when Dale and I were working together in the yard, I was pulling weeds out of some of our potted plants. I felt frustrated by how many there were--pretty much all the same kind--and by how they were everywhere. I said, "Oh, I wish we had never gotten this plant into our yard!" Dale, not realizing that I was talking about the weed, was kind of stunned, and said something to the effect that if I didn't like it we could get rid of it.

If only we could have just gotten rid of that weed! I still have to pull it out of the pots regularly to keep it from taking over. The other day as I once again tackled the weed, I remembered our conversation of the past and felt amused and a little sad. It's so easy to miscommunicate and misinterpret.

I am grateful that when I pray Heavenly Father hears my words and also knows the intent of my heart. He knows what I need before I even ask. He knows my name, and he listens.


And the Lord said unto Moses, I will do this thing also that thou hast spoken: for thou hast found grace in my sight, and I know thee by name. Exodus 33:17