Perhaps the thing that has surprised me the most in being a parent has been "The Voice." I heard it first one time when I was changing Maddie’s diaper at 2am the first week she was home from the hospital. I heard it when I was in the house when Belle was a teeny tiny baby, and Maddie and Whitney were playing outside, about to drive their Barbie Jeep onto the rail road tracks. I heard it again when Belle was having her first MRI at 18 months old.
At each of these incidents, I think I came as close to hearing God’s audible voice as I have ever come. It shocked me, unnerved me, but most of all, comforted me. God was telling me He was there with Me and Maddie. He was telling me to "Go!" and get my girls that second. "Don’t Wait!" (Imagine my shock to find them on the other side of the barbed wire fence, driving their jeep right toward the railroad tracks,) and when Belle had her MRI, again, "GO NOW!" And when we did, we found that it was going terrible and Belle needed us there and then, even though they told us not to come back for another hour.
Knowing that God cares for my kids enough to shoot a bolt of his electric lighting voice into my soul to wake me up to some unknown danger has been an amazing surprise to me. Some people might call it "Mother’s instinct." or something like that, but I think it’s better than that. I think God cares, and He wants to let us know that He is so aware of what is going on in the lives of our children, and that He is just as actively involved as we are.
It’s a great comfort to know that Rob and I are not in this alone. We’d be in a world of trouble if that were true!