Yesterday I was attempting a large home project - that of thoroughly cleaning the kitchen and reorganizing every drawer and cabinet. Those of you with small children already know why I used the word attempt. The possibility of getting something that requires so much attention done while little children are milling about and needing you to kiss boo-boos, solve arguments, change diapers, potty train, distribute snacks, clean up after snacks have been eaten, clean up unforeseen mess that the toddler created, enforce naps, etc., is quite remote.
However, I was making the effort and was deep into a drawer of spatulas, spoons, and I-don't-know-what-they-are-called utensils, when the screaming started. Apparently David had taken a book that belonged to Gabi, causing the lovely young girl to screech loudly. The incessant noise caused baby Michael to awake (too early) from his morning nap, and he began to wail. David, not wanting to miss out on the fun, joined in on the yelling. It was quite chaotic. I started to get really frustrated with the noise level and was unsuccessfully trying to calm everyone down. Then, suddenly, I heard one voice above the others.
"Everyone, be quiet! We have to be listening to God!" I quickly recognized the sincere sweet voice of my daughter. Amazingly, everyone stopped their noise and the chaos instantly receded. My reprimands of frustration died on my lips as I stared at her.
"What do you mean, honey?" I asked her. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes.
"We need to be quiet so we can listen to God talking," she once again insisted.
"Well, do you hear Him right now?" I questioned her.
"Not yet, but if I listen hard enough, I know I'll hear God!" was her firm response.
Out of the mouth of babes. . . the kitchen could wait a few minutes. I sat and held my children close while we talked about how wonderful it was to listen for God and to talk to Him whenever we wanted.
I am listening for that still small voice today...