That Still Small Voice
Several years ago, a friend from our old neighborhood was in town for surgery and an extended stay at our local hospital. I had visited him periodically, but one Sunday I had a still small voice in my head telling me to go see him. I did not listen because I had other tasks that needed to be done. My voice overruled the small voice and I decided I could see him next week.
My friend died that evening; there would be no next week. I made a promise to myself that I would never miss another opportunity like this again. While in prison, my conviction to stay true to that commitment only grew stronger. God and family first, and everything else will fall into place.
After Bible study last week, Ralph (not his real name), a member of our church and resident of the assisted living community I was visiting, invited me to stay for dinner. I had to decline because I had company, but assured him that I would come and shoot pool with him the following Saturday, since my sons and I had been playing pool with Ralph for years.
Saturday came and my son, Nick, and I went to shoot pool with Ralph. When it was time for the residence to have lunch, Ralph invited us to go out to eat with him. We hesitated, but the still small voice said yes, so we accepted.
A couple of days later, Ralph fell and broke his hip. I stopped to see Ralph while he was in the hospital, and he confidently assured me that he would be okay. By the smile on his face, I knew he would be.
When I told Nick what happened to Ralph, he mentioned how he was glad that we went to see him. I was happy we listened to that still small voice, may you listen to yours.
