He Hears Me

When I got my iphone several years ago, I was excited about being able to use “Siri,” the Apple built-in assistant which answers questions and follows commands. All you have to do is hold down the Home button or say, “Hey Siri” and she answers.
I have my phone connected by Blue-tooth to my car stereo system, so when I ask Siri, she makes phone calls for me. “Hey, Siri, call Frances.” Then Siri says, “Ok calling Francine Smith.”
“No, no…Siri, no.. Call Frances Peetoom.” “Ok, do you want to call Frances Hightower Peetom?” “Yes.” “Ok, do you want to call Home or Cell or Mobile phone?” “Oh, Siri, just forget it. I’m almost to her house now.”
Part of the time, Siri doesn’t even understand my Okie accent. I’ve been trying to train Siri for 4 years, but she’s not the first one who didn’t quite understand my accent. I’ve had my accent laughed at by college classmates and customers when I was a telephone operator. I’ve always taken it good-naturedly, since I assume that was how it was given.
Even if Siri doesn’t always understand me, God always does. It doesn’t matter what language or dialect or accent I use, God understands. He’s even the one who gave us all these languages, at the tower of Babel.
God speaks the language of the heart. We hardly ever hear Him with our ears, because God doesn’t speak with a physical body, with vocal chords. We hear Him in our hearts, our spirits, because God is Spirit. He speaks by the Spirit and He hears us by the Spirit.
God says in Psalm 91:15-16, “He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, and I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him My salvation.”
When we call on Him, He hears and answers the instant we call.