“Oh, dear,” as I was rushing to my car, I just splashed some of my hot mocha upon the sleeve of my sweater. Shaking head at my predicament, I say aloud, “Ish, Ishmael.” Ismahael? What? Where did that come from? I can understand this “ish” part, for “ish” kind of sounds like “tisk,” but Ismahael? I don’t even know what that word means. But, do know that it that means something, it has to mean something to me or for me. These words do not pop into my consciousness for nothing. What is it? What am I to know? As I live continually in a state of wonder, I immediately, search for the definition of “Ishmael” and read:
Ishmael, from the Hebrew word meaning God hears.
I am in awe. I stand in a continuous state of awe and wonder of Your Magnificent Ways Dear Lord. You Hear me. You Hear, that I hear You.
- Debra Clemente, From the pages of my journal, 12-12-2012.
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