Point of View

Recently my pastor asked for those who had ever heard God speak to them in an audible voice to raise their hand.

I have to admit I sat smugly and thought, "Yeah, right, that doesn't happen very often." In fact, I believe sometimes my stoic belief in God's sovereignty and providence prevents uninhibited communication with Him.

Lately, however, I have come to a whole new understanding of God's audible voice.

Preoccupied with assisting my son and daughter-in-law with their plans to move to Kansas City, Mo., to go to Midwestern Baptist Theological Seminary, I became heavy hearted every time I thought of our little grandson being a few states away - versus a few miles from our home.

Nana and Papa have enjoyed firsthand the first fruits of our small Joey's life. Since his birth, we have seen him at least once a week and he has spent numerous nights in our home. He has traveled our neighborhood in his special red baby-buggy, eaten his first ocean wave at Cocoa Beach, and been a regular in Miss Debbie's Sunday School class at church.

As I wept aloud at the kitchen table, I poured out my grief to God—getting honest and personal and allowing myself several moments of total self-indulgence.

You see, in my heart I do believe Jonathon and Melissa should follow wherever God leads. And I know, for certain, that God knows my heart and understands, yeah, even allows, my emotion.

Head bowed, the only sound in the kitchen was my loud weeping. I thought. Then I heard it. I heard Him. "Trust me," He said.

I lifted my head from the table abruptly, looking around the room in disbelief.

In that moment, as my tears subsided and my heart welled with a great thankfulness, the tears kept right on flowing.

Whether He lets me know in a still small voice or an audible voice, God is still in control; He's still on the throne.

Thank you, God, for the reminder. In You will I trust.