I was sitting at home the other day, typing away on my laptop when I heard it, a low whine. I paused to listen, but the sound did not repeat, so I went back to work. A few minutes later, there it was again.
“Did you hear that?” I asked my husband.
“That sound. Like a whine.”
“Nope,” he said.
I got up and started walking through the house. “Max? Where is he?”
My husband shrugged. “I thought he was upstairs with the kids.”
I called to my kids, but neither of them knew where Max was. By now, the whining had gotten louder, and it sounded like it was coming from the living room.
“All right,” I yelled, “everybody come downstairs and help me find Max.”
The kids groaned, but they obeyed. After a few moments of searching, I turned to look at my husband. “The noise sounds like it’s coming from the sofa.”
“What?” My husband got up to help me listen. “Holy smokes! Do you think he’s in the couch?”
I pulled the recliner lever and out popped Max. So relieved was he to be free, he jumped into my arms and licked my face.
“Okay, Max, okay,” I said, laughing.
And that’s when it occurred to me. God, too, listens for my faintest cry. Even when all I can do is whisper His name, He hears and comes for me. How grateful I am to be a child of such a loving and faithful Father.
Psalm 55:16-17 (New International Version, ©2010)
16 As for me, I call to God, and the LORD saves me. 17 Evening, morning and noon I cry out in distress, and he hears my voice.