Sometimes God starts a conversation with you, and it goes really fast. Sometimes it starts with a whisper and you don't hear the echo of it until years later. This is the story of my whisper from God.
I have a picture that hangs on the wall in my living room. It has been there for seven years. This picture is about 48" x 30" and is of a little girl standing in a doorway. I saw it at Menard's one day when I was shopping for paint for my then new house. I was mesmerized, couldn't take my eyes off it. I felt like I totally had to have it, even though it didn't match anything I owned. It also cost a chunk of change. I went back to look at it probably 4 or 5 times; finally I bought it. It has hung in the same spot in my living room since then, and I still love it.
Fast forward about 5 years. I had just become (gulp!) a grandma and was struggling with the demands of having my own one year old and trying to feel "grandmotherly" towards this new baby. I was reading in my Bible and came across Matthew 18:5, which says "Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me." I was really convicted of needing to be more welcoming to my granddaughter and I wrote her name under the verse in my Bible to remind me of that. Sophie.
Fast forward another year. I was in the Garden of Readin' at Elmbrook. There on the wall, was the picture that hangs in my living room. On a plaque on the front of it was Matthew 18:5. It was my verse for Sophie on the picture I had to have. God really spoke to me that day, telling me that He knew everything. I knew when I saw my picture at Menard's that I was to have it, and now I knew why. It's my Sophie picture.
Fast forward to tonight. I was telling a friend my "Sophie picture" story. On the way home I realized that I didn't know God or have a relationship with Him when I bought the picture. He has been whispering in my ear all my life, and I have finally tuned in to hear it. He has always been a part of me, even when I didn't know it. Always.