The day the school called Mike and I to talk about our son's hearing was a bit of a shock. Little 7 yr. old Michael had failed his hearing test at school. The next step was to go see a specialist. After several tests, it was determined that Michael had some major hearing loss in his right ear. The loss was a result of a seizure, caused by a spiked fever from an infection. At a certain decibel, he couldn't hear a thing. My voice was that exact decibel. No joke. Most women's voices were. Michael could be walking right in front of me and I would say-"Michael....Michael....Michael!"~
nothing. Then his dad would say~"Michael" and he would hear him immediately. Michael loved his daddy so much that he wanted to be just like him, and as long as he wasn't in trouble when his daddy called, he was thrilled. I was not thrilled. It wasn't that he didn't love me, I knew he did. He just couldn't hear me. Most times he would have to get very close to me to hear what I was saying. Needless to say, it was frustrating. There were times I had to repeat myself over and over. I can't help but think how often I am that way with God. At times we let this world infect our hearts and we don't hear our Savior when He's trying to get our attention. We miss a few days spending time with Him in prayer and Bible reading, and wonder why we aren't happy. But we turn on the TV, or scroll through our phones instead and when He calls to us, we can't hear Him. We fight with our spouse and go to bed angry, knowing we should apologize. But we don't. We lay in bed miserable and when He calls to us, we can't hear Him. We talk about others in a negative way, justifying our reasons~ when there is no righteous reason for gossip~ and when the preacher hits on it in his message, again, we can't hear God calling out. And then one day we wake up and all we want to do is cry, our joy is gone and we don't know why until suddenly, the Holy Spirit's voice calls out to our deepest souls. And we hear Him. We hear God. I am so thankful that He doesn't get frustrated with me like I did with Michael. I'm so thankful that He will continue to call out to me and never give up, no matter how many times I cannot hear His calling. Don't let the this world deafen God's calls to your infected heart. Love your heavenly daddy so much, that when He calls out to you, you hear Him and you are thrilled to be in His presence. Michael's hearing never got better, but ours can. Even if we have to ask God to repeat what He has spoken to us over and over. Because He loves us so much, He will never get frustrated. The closer we get to our Savior, the easier it will be to hear Him until one day His presence will be so near that His voice drowns out the noise of life, and we will never miss His calling.