When I walked into the café, he was waiting for me. Another lunch meeting.
I sat down. The café was busier than usual. Every table was occupied. The line was almost out the door.
I had to speak loudly. "We are making a drastic change," I explained, "To a project that we have been working on for about a year. What are your thoughts?"
I leaned close to him to hear what he was saying.
"I think two things," he said.
The door opened, I looked.
The rowdy crowd and blaring voices distracted me.
I leaned in closer.
Then I paused, thinking "Did he just say what I thought he said?"
"Can you repeat that?" I aksed.
"Talia," he said, "you need to pray. You need to get guidance from God."
I had barely heard him.
The moment was emblematic of my life with God. I’ve so much been distracted by the loud noises around me that I can’t hear Him.