Lately I’ve been thinking about the voices of people in my life I have loved the most. Voices of laughter, voices of encouragement, voices of love. Voices I never thought I would forget. I remember the faces and the things we did together very well. In my mind, I see the colors of the world around us and recall the essence of what was happening, but I only remember the sound of a few words or phrases from those I loved so dearly. My mom passed when I was in my mid-thirties and now the only phrase my mind hears in her voice is “Hello Dear” captured on my old answering machine many years ago. I vividly recall the sound of laughter of my grandmother, but the sound of her voice is gone from my memory. My beloved Cousin Deb would greet me with “Hey Denaner!” each time we met. I can still hear the amusement in her voice as she teased me with the childhood nickname. The voices of these and so many others I loved are simply gone in the mist of time. Thankfully, I have photos and letters to keep their memories and spirit alive in my heart. I treasure each one.
There is the voice of another I love deeply that I’ve not yet heard audibly. It’s the voice of my Savior. God gave me His Word, a love letter, to tell me how much He cares about me and how He’s prepared a home for me in heaven with Him. I long to hear the sound of His voice calling me home. A voice I will never forget.
Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.
Revelation 3:20 (ESV)
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