Hearing That Still Small Voice

God really wants to be in a personal relationship with us. It is absolutely astounding that the Creator of the Universe cares for every one of us to such a degree that He desires to be in touch with us in a powerful way. While He is a God who wants to be praised and honored and glorified and rightly so, He also wants to just hear from us.

Any of us who are parents can relate to this in that we too desire our children to tell us about their thoughts and plans and feelings. When we collect them from school, we wait to hear about their day with their classmates, teachers and even the mean little girl in their class. We imagine waging wars on their behalf but soon realize this would be the worst thing we could do….for our child. They need to learn to deal with these issues and unless we sense real danger, we try to teach and equip them to forge ahead.

Once these children become teenagers, we truly are in war mode or we ought to be. Because we have to fight to keep them on the straight and narrow. We have to fight to know what is going on in their minds since suddenly we are the enemy all too often.

What must it be like to be God? I shan’t even try to go there but I will share a real experience I had with my own teenage daughter some years back. She is our eldest and now well into her thirties so we have made it through….thank you Lord.

Anyway, here in Bermuda, because our island is so small, there is a law that allows only one car per household. So, the norm here is to ride motorbikes. The mild weather helps and all kids get to ride their own motorbike at the age of 16. My daughter, was 17 years old and not exactly the easiest child to rear. (again normal).  My husband was away on business and she came to me about 9 pm one evening and said her friend’s dad could get them backstage at some Reggae thing and she wanted to go. She knew it was a school night and the rules were….no going out but she also knew how to play me. I was weary of the battles and so before she actually came to me, I  had been  praying for God’s direction regarding her and my other children. I had been particularly concerned about her. When she came to me, she expected me to flat-out say no and to engage in the usual battle. I felt the Lord speak to me in that still small voice, “Trust me. Do not say no.” I was shocked. I knew she ought not to go out at that hour on her bike. I started to sputter and the voice again spoke to me, “Do you trust me?” So I calmly turned and said, “Yes but don’t be late” She was as surprised as I was and ran to get ready to meet these well-known singers. My heart was racing and I began to argue with God. Why would you ever tell me to do this? His answer was simple. “Take her helmet and anoint it with oil.” I flushed and felt foolish. Was I imaging this? Again, that quiet voice in my heart, “Trust me. Anoint her helmet and keys” They were lying on the table. I self-consciously got out the olive oil and in obedience, I quickly made a sign of the cross on her helmet and keys and spoke God’s anointing over them and my daughter. I quickly turned away hoping no one had seen me. They would be sure I was nuts. About 15 minutes later, my daughter rushed into the room. She was all prettied up, hair done, make up perfect, and in a cute little outfit. Her face was filled with such excitement. I was fighting with God in my mind but He reminded me to trust Him. She happily said goodbye and started walking to the door, grabbing her helmet and keys. As soon as she put her helmet on her head, she stopped short. She turned and looked at me and with extreme surprise on her pretty face, she said to me. “Mom, I am not going. I am staying home tonight but thanks anyway.” She called out goodnight and leaving her helmet and keys went to her room. I was just about frozen in place I was so amazed. Tears started to pour down my cheeks as I began to thank my awesome God.

I didn’t tell this to my daughter until about 5 years ago. God was just teaching me to trust in Him in ALL things. He knew there were some major hurdles coming in my life, as in everyone else’s and I needed to practice that trust.

God is GREAT…………….