Listen to the Whisper
Last night my daughter whispered as she hugged me: ‘I wish you could meet me off my school bus again tomorrow mum’. She was thinking of the pending 2nd day at high school and the comfort she gained that day from a smiley face at the end of the journey. She never asked me directly to be there, aware of the meetings mum had ahead the next day too. But this afternoon I found myself packing up my paper work to bring home and heading for that bus stop. Why? Because that little choice for me was going to make the big difference for her. In a few weeks I will be away ministering and I can’t do it then but I could make some changes and do it now. Sometimes we miss the small whispers that ask us to divert, put the phone down, step away, breathe, listen. But those whispers always lead to something that speaks so much louder. They can become the difference for another in a difficult moment. In a few weeks time when she is immersed in her new routine and embarrassed at the thought of her mum meeting her off the bus. She will remember that moment that mattered to her back then and that I made it matter to me. She will recall her whisper in my ear became the shout in my heart. So today listen for the whisper and even if its a small thing to you, remember it may be a huge thing to someone else.