Come home

I remember when I was a kid. Long, long ago when children roamed the neighborhood and rode bicycles rather than playing Playstation and Xbox. Whenever it was time for me to come home my father would whistle. He could whistle so loud that I could hear it for miles. It was a distinct sound with a distinct message for my brother and me: "Come home now!" This Sunday, I am looking forward to sharing a message about hearing God's voice. I believe that our heavenly Father's voice carries for miles. I believe He can deliver distinct messages to our hearts. Sometimes we ignore those messages. Often, we don't recognize them. But, He still speaks to us.