I was talking to a classroom of 3rd graders and wanted to get the point across that God loved them so so much. To do so, I lowered my voice — almost to a whisper — and said “You are loved”.
I had them wrapped in wonder until a boy in the back yelled out, “Talk Louder!”
Since Makenzie’s death, I’ve wanted to tell God, “Talk Louder!” I want Him to use His outside voice, inside me! More and more, I realize that God is talking but not necessarily louder. I can hear Him speaking in a friend who calls just to see how I’m doing. I can hear Him speaking in a song that gives me hope. I can hear Him speaking in the early morning as the sun is blossoming out from the horizon. I can hear Him speaking in the words of His love letter to me, “I will not leave you. I will not forsake you.”