My son has said, “I want to hear God,” for years. Once his dad passed away, he wanted to hear from him too. Through the years, through grief and loss, we have learned to look at our surroundings, listen to our hearts, and find those moments that God or a loved one might be sending us messages.
This week, between the stories of shootings and multiple children dying in many ways, I keep remembering this interaction between my son and me four years ago. I want to hear God too, it’s how I keep my hope alive.
A story that I wrote four years ago, and recently found:
“I want to hear God,” my son often says. We tell him that God talks to us in different ways, you just have to know how to listen. “No, I want to hear his voice, like they did in the Bible.” Well, we assume, they heard his voice, but we don’t know.
“I want to hear God’s voice…”
This morning, I told him to go downstairs and put on a polo shirt. “A what?”
“Find a nice pair of shorts, put on a short sleeved shirt with a collar and buttons, and your brown sandals. That is what you should wear to church.”
Minutes passed. I continued to get ready for the morning. He was missed, but I figured he was fine. He eventually came up with a long sleeved dress shirt and shorts. “I don’t have a polo shirt.”
“It’s no big deal, you can wear a nice t-shirt. It’s summer, we are going to Omaha. God doesn’t care what you wear to church.”
“Mommy, God wants me to look nice. I feel like God wants me to wear this. I just wish I could hear His voice.”
“Oh, honey, you CAN.”
“Do you WANT to put on a t-shirt?”
“Yes, but that is not right. God wants me to wear my nicest shirt and this it.”
I rolled up the sleeves, gave him a hug, and straightened up his outfit. “Something inside of you hears God, even if you don’t know it.”
Someday, he will understand. Faith like a child. My children teach me about God everyday.