Curiosity

As I stood amidst the crowd, thousands of bodies moving together in one quick and organized pace, people brushing against each other, some lost and confused, others determined to reach their destination, I took in the hushed roar of a thousand different voices that filled the giant arena with a white noise of a thousand different conversations. I wondered what it would sound like if the entire world had been present, crammed into every square inch of the place, all of their voices dancing off the walls and ceilings like fireflies stuck in a mason jar. I wondered what it would be like to specifically hear the voice of each person, to make sense of every word that floated off their lips. I wondered if this is what God hears when we pray...

When I pray, I always think of having a conversation with God. I like to imagine that we're talking face to face about whatever we feel like, chillin' out just like best friends do. I can't physically hear Him, but He answers me, nonetheless. I know God is listening, but can He really hear me? I wonder if God has physical senses. Does God have ears? Sometimes I like to think that God is up in Heaven with a giant plasma featuring all of our faces as if we were Skyping Him or something. I wonder how it feels to have the whole world constantly talking to you, expecting you to hear each word and provide an adequate response. That seems like an awfully big responsibility. It's too complex of a matter for my measly, human mind to understand, of course, but I still wonder. I'm grateful that I worship a God that is so amazing that He actually takes the time to listen not just to every word I say, but also every thought and feeling I possess. And more than that, He does answer me with exactly what I need to hear every time.

-Katy