“I want to hear God,” McCartney 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 seriously don’t know what Scott and I were thinking when we bought the Children’s Bible, that was designed to read a story a night for a year. It has opened so many cans of worms on topics that we are not prepared to deal with…. Those conversations could fill up another blog…. Any minister’s out there want a challenge? Spend a few hours alone with our son when he’s in a questioning mood.
I digress. The heartwarming story…
“I want to hear God’s voice…”
This morning, I told McCartney 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. They are the best gift ever.