“But it's not dark. Stay a few more minutes.” Sam shook his head, took off running. Timmy grabbed his ball and bat, headed home.“Not a good practice?” Grandfather noticed his slumped shoulders.
“It was until the fox horn sounded.” He dropped his stuff on the bench.
“Ah, the summons.”
“Practice was going great but we didn't get to finish.” Grandfather rested his chin on his hand.
“That’s unusual. Something's wrong--maybe an emergency?”
“Didn’t think of that.” Timmy’s brow furrowed. “Can we go to his house?” Grandfather nodded, grabbed his jacket, closed the door behind them.
The lights on the EMS vehicle flashed, casting weird shadows. “Hurry, Grandfather.” They saw the paramedics wheel Sam’s grandmother to the ambulance. Sam ran to them.
“Grandmother fell in the kitchen, hurt her hip. They don’t think it’s broken but are taking her for x-rays.” He watched them load the stretcher, his face serious.
“Luke? Let Sam go home with us for the night. You can call with an update.”
“Much obliged. I’ll do that,” Sam’s father said.
“How if I hadn’t gone home when Dad blew the fox horn?” Sam's voice trembled. Grandfather put his arm around him.
“But you did. You heard. You responded.” He looked from Timmy to Sam. “It’s important to listen to the right voice. You knew the fox horn signaled you to get home.
“I pray we listen and respond to the Lord’s voice as Sam did to the fox horn.” The boys nodded in agreement.
Kingdom Thinking. So many voices sound around us. It’s important I recognize the voice of the Lord Jesus. He sends out His mighty voice reminding me He will never leave nor forsake me and loves me with an everlasting love. Listen up. He loves you, too. Do you hear His voice?