Tell me when you hear Him

After prayers tonight, Haley started asking a bunch of questions about God.

"How did He make our bones?"
"How did He make the sun?"

I can't hear Him when He talks...watch Mom, "God do you hear me". "I didn't hear anything."

Don't we feel that way so often. I am talking God, don't you hear me. Don't you feel my pain. If you can make the sun and moon and me, why can't you fix this?

Thankfully, He does call out to us: through His Word, through friends, through a voice...as I told Haley I do hear Him sometimes like a whisper inside me. It is Him guiding me, loving me, bringing me peace and joy.

She asked, "Will you come tell me next time you hear Him so I can see what it feels like?" Sweet Haley. I know you do hear His voice and He is guiding you and filling you each day with joy and love like no other little girl I know.

I love your sweet questions and hope you never stop asking for the rest of your life.