I looked up, caught the father’s eye, and said, “That’s pretty cool.” He smiled and remarked that he had them trained, so that no matter where they were, or how many people were around, or how much noise was around, when his children heard the sound of their father’s whistle, it meant to come running.
A woman named Wendy was walking her dog Moose one day in rural Minnesota where she lives with her husband and three boys. When the dog was distracted and wandered off, Wendy whistled for it. Then she had what she called “a turning point in my spiritual journey.”
She wrote, “Somewhere along that trek, I realized God had been similarly walking with and whistling for me. And just as Moose gets distracted by rabbits and rodents on his daily constitutionals, so too do I find contingent paths from those my Master has in mind for me.”
Have I trained my spiritual ears to hear my Heavenly Father when He calls for me? Sometimes God whistles, and other times He whispers. Too often do I allow the noise of my daily living to drown out the sweet, precious whispers of my Father when He calls, or the sharp whistles when He commands. I am too much distracted by the things of the earth.
And you are, too, probably. Today, let’s all take the time to stop and listen for His whistle–or His whisper.
O Father! Forgive my distractions! Forgive my failure to hear You! Whistle for me once again, and may I respond to Your Voice with all the quick obedience and utter abandon as did those children!
--Rocky Henriques, www.uticabc.com