Some of you might be wondering about the small voice I argued with on the ride home that first visit to church. We are all born with it. Most people call it their “conscience” but in time I have come to recognize it as the Spirit of Christ. A little bit of Him we are all born with to help us recognize good choices. I wasn’t really interested in what it was called at the time, I just wanted to win the argument. Obviously, I didn’t win it but that was because I had previous experience with that voice and deep down I knew things always went better when I followed its advice.
The Small Voice
My husband had some heart issues and while he still went to work every day, he was slowing down. One night after he had had a particularly tiring day he asked me if I would bring him his medication. Normally that wouldn’t have bothered me, but that night he asked me just after I had settled my tired body comfortably in bed. I was so irritated. Why didn’t he ask me before I crawled into bed? Now I would have to get out of a warm comfy bed.
Then I heard this small voice sounding just a little shocked about what I had been thinking. It started telling me all the reasons I loved this man. It reminded me of the sweet things he had done for me over the years. Then in a slightly less gentle tone, it told me that this was my problem – not my husband’s. It told me that all I had to do to fix the issue was to simply ask him if he needed anything before I got into bed.
My irritation was immediately gone. I started asking him if he needed anything before I got into bed. I don’t know if he ever noticed, but for me, it was a little gift of my love for him. That love grew daily and six months later it gave me the strength to tell him I loved him, I would be alright and he could go home to the place where our spirits go when we die.
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For me, it came as a simple prompting—just a quiet feeling that I should go to church one day. There was nothing dramatic about it. No loud voice, no overwhelming sign. Just a thought that stayed with me until I acted on it. Looking back, I can see that small impression changed everything.