If you are a parent, how do you know your child?  You walk into an event center with tickets to see Disney on Ice.  Thousands of kid…all over the place.  To the naked, untrained eye, they are all a bunch of little ankle-biters.  One looks like another, and that one looks like the next.  They all scream and cry and whine and laugh the same.  How do you know which one is yours?  Well of course, you know what your child looks like.  You have been with him since before he was born.  You know the hair, the freckles, the cute little nose.  Those eyes, and the pout that can melt you down to putty if you are not careful.  You know how tall they are, and what they are wearing.  What is amazing to me still,  is how I can hear my child’s voice among many, and know that one is mine.  I know you have that same incredible skill.

One way I don’t identify my children is by how they listen to me.  “Oh, I know he is mine because he is the one who listened to what I said, and then obeyed me.”  I almost laugh at that one.  In reality, if that were a true measure of which child was mine, I would have to say the one who did not obey me was mine:-)

I found something in the Scriptures this week.  Jesus said, “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me” (John 10:27, NCV).  Did you see that?  “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.”  Jesus does not know us by our voice, but by how we listen to His voice. 

There are times when I am in prayer, seeking the presence of the Holy Spirit, and I am suddenly overwhelmed with His presence.  At those times I can barely formulate a word…yet I push forward.  I somehow think that if I am praying, I must be the one speaking.  God has showed me that those moments when I am flooded with the Holy Spirit are times when He has something to say to me, and I need to listen, not speak.  I want Jesus to know me as one of His sheep.  Desperately I seek Him.  May I listen to His voice today, and be known by HIM.  I pray the same for you.