Ben Milstead

I’m working from home today.  Trey has a runny nose and his daycare will not allow kids to come unless they are at 110% on the health meter.  He is sitting over there in his play pin right now.  Every now and then I have to just say something so that he knows I’m still in the room.

When my middle son (Collin) was born, he came into the world ticked off!  We knew the moment he was out because he started screaming.  Not a little cry, a scream.  It was so loud that the medical folks in the room seemed a little caught off guard and immediately started their assessment of him rather than handing him to his mother first.  One of the nurses ask me to talk to Collin so I said his name and said a few sentences and……..silence.  It was a moment I will never forget.  The moment he heard me speak he stopped crying and turned his head in my direction. 

Trey, at nine months old, can’t talk yet.  But he can pick my voice out of a noisy crowd.  It’s familiar to him.  He recognizes it. I have gone into his daycare room before without him seeing me.  I’ve stood at the door and just started speaking quietly.  When he hears my voice he will almost dislocate his neck trying to find me in the room.

I want to be like that with God.  I want to be so familiar with His voice that I can hear it at any time, regardless of where I am or what the surroundings are like.  I want His voice to be programmed into my memory so much that I would have recognized it even if it was the first voice I had ever heard.  I want to hear it to the point that it calms me and comforts me even in the middle of my crisis.  I want to talk to Him daily so that I know He is still in the room!