Seeing And Hearing

I look at the black rotary phone that is sitting on the sideboard in my living room.
If we had a landline, I know I could plug this phone in the wall and it would work.
It is just like the phone that was in my house when I was a little girl.
I found this vintage phone in an antique shop.

The circle that is found on the center of the dial has a phone number written on it.
That’s the way it used to be.
I would love to know to whom this phone and number once belonged.
It is a conversation piece for sure.

To think how far phones have come in my lifetime.
Rotary phones gave way to push button phones.
Push button gave way to large “cell” phones that looked more like a large brick.
Phones then got smaller as technology expanded in the information age.

My first cell phone was a flip phone.
I was able to call and text, though the need to click through the letters needed was tiring.
The flip phone gave way to an iPhone.
The iPhone became a personal computer you could put in your pocket.

Texting can be dictated using Siri.
Phone calls can be seen and heard with FaceTime.
FaceTime is a wonderful thing to have with grandchildren.
They are right in the room with you for the duration of the call.

Sometimes, my grandchildren want to hold the phone.
With their mommy right there, they can hold the phone to talk to Grandma.
It’s when they want to show me something that it gets tricky.
They will walk to get a favorite book, a picture they drew, or a treasure they found.

I have to look away as they walk because I can easily get dizzy.
They hold the phone in such a way that I only see their chin and nostrils as they walk.
Then they turn the phone this way and that so I can “see” what they want to show me.
I will hear their mommy remind them to keep the phone still, often to no avail.

It gets really interesting when they call and talk to me as they are passengers in the car.
Their mommy will put me on speaker phone so we can hear each other.
It’s fun to think that they are driving in a car and talking to me as they go along.
It’s when they want me to see something that it gets interesting.

They don’t realize, or else they forget, that this kind of call is just talking to each other.
Look, Grandma, I hear, as I imagine them holding up the thing to be observed.
Grandma can’t see that through the phone, I hear their mommy say.
You have to tell her about it, after which a long description follows.

I smile, trying to imagine the thing being described.
I have to think of the right questions to ask to fully grasp how important this is to them.
Occasionally, their mommy will have to clarify something to help me understand.
With a vivid imagination, I can often fill in the dots of their description.

She gave this name to the LORD who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen the One who sees me.” (Genesis 16:13)

El Roi, is the name given to the God who sees.
God sees me.
God sees you.
God does not need the latest technology in order to see His children.

Even when we walk around in circles, telling Him of our plight, He sees.
God never gets dizzy, even when we’re all over the place.
Elohim Shama, is the name given to the God who hears.
God hears me, God hears you, even if we whisper.

Do we hear God when He whispers?
Do we take the time to be still so we can hear Him?
Do we stop moving long enough so that we can see Him?
Do we get dizzy because we are turning our head this way and that for answers?

Do we wet our finger and put it in the air to catch the direction of the wind?
Do we pay attention?
Constant motion will make you sick in body and soul.
I know how it feels when I’m on the receiving end of a grandchild’s FaceTime.

God is God.
God is ever present
God is ever seeing.
God is ever hearing.

Praise Him!