I’m thinking God doesn’t waste his breath when I’m not listening. I started thinking about this last night as I was driving my 16-year-old son to pick up something he needed from a friend’s house that is out in the country. When I agreed to take him, I thought it might be an opportunity for us to talk about each other’s frustrations. The iPod and headphones were not the only indicators that this was not a teachable moment. And creating change would have been higher on my agenda than listening or understanding. So we didn’t talk and I wondered about the times God has wanted to talk to me, but remained silent because he knew I was not in the frame of mind that creates a teachable moment.