He Knows My Voice

Saturday I had the privilege and blessing of attending Chris Tomlin's "Worship Night in America" tour and to say it was awesome would be an understatement.  Just being together, in one place, with so many people worshiping, praising and praying....amazing.   Along with an totally talented team of musicians and singers, there were two speakers, Max Lucado and Louie Giglio.  Of course God was the focus and the reason we came together.  Bringing to Him our adoration and the needs of our nation on such a large scale was a new experience for me and I can't wait to do it again!

Onward to my God visit.  Max Lucado brought us the message of how we have a good, caring, loving Father who thinks each of us as special and beloved.  One of the examples he used really struck me. He told a story of being in Jerusalem, moving through the street with a crowd of people, when he saw a young child stopped in the middle of this sea of humanity.  That child had been separated from her father, and was crying out for him.  Of course, her father, hearing her, came and scooped her up, carrying her safely in his arms.  And of course that was the whole point of Mr. Lucado's teaching, our Father hears the distressed calls of His children and rescues us from trouble. (Of course, that doesn't always mean we are rescued out of the trouble, sometimes the deliverance comes by the Lord carrying us through the fires or raging seas).

So my mind ran with that.   I know the distinct meow of each of my cats.  I can be in another room and know which one is crying, meowing for whatever reason that gets in their little heads....I don't even have to see who it is, I know their  distinct voices.  In John 10:4-5 Jesus speaks of us, His flock, knowing His voice:   After he has gathered his own flock, he walks ahead of them, and they follow him because they know his voice.  They won’t follow a stranger; they will run from him because they don’t know his voice.”  But this teaching caused me to turn this around:  HE knows my voice.  And your voice.  And the voice of each of His children, specifically, individually and uniquely.  How amazing a thought!

Psalm 18:6   But in my distress I cried out to the Lord; yes, I prayed to my God for help.  He heard me from his sanctuary;  my cry to him reached his ears.

Psalm 55:17  Morning, noon, and night I cry out in my distress, and the Lord hears my voice.

Psalm 116:1  I love the Lord because he hears my voice and my prayer for mercy.

Matthew 10:29-31 What is the price of two sparrows—one copper coin?  But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it.  And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.

God knows our voice.  Nothing about us, our lives,, our circumstances--both good and bad, escape His eyes or His care.  I find this very comforting.  I hope you do as well.

Lord, you know us, our voices cry out to You.  Thank You that You hear, and that You lovingly act on our behalf.  Help us to trust this.  We are never a face in a crowd to You, but Your own special, much loved, apply of Your eye child.

When all is wrong, remember that our heavenly Father is always right there with us, caring....even when it seems He doesn't hear our voice.  Believe.