I've always been told that I'm a "good listener". Being shy by nature, I tend not to say anything unless I actually have something to say. Which means that I spend a lot of time listening. Which means I hear a lot of things. A LOT of things.
Over the years I've gotten better at tuning things out. Take Wednesdays, for example, I have learned to tune out the delighted screams of the kids who come for S.N.A.C.K. Time on Wednesday afternoons. Though every so often one kids piercing screams will sneak through. And when I'm trying to sleep I always hear that barking dog or the sound of the neighbor kid having a party because his parents are out of town. Of course.
It seems, though, that when I'm really desperately listening for God's voice, I never hear it. No joke, the harder I listen, the softer that voice gets. I'm at that place right now. I've been asking a question and getting nothing, nada, zip. Just more confliction and static. Ugh. I'll keep asking, hoping that the answer will be clear and that when it comes I will hear it loud and clear.