There are certain moments as a dad that wreck you. If you’re a dad, you know what I mean. If you’re not a dad – you can glean from this as well… hang with me.


Our youngest right now is not feeling well – he’s whiny, clingy, and emotional. That’s how he gets when he doesn’t feel well. So he took a bath tonight – I gave him some ibuprofen, and rubbed Vics-Vapo-rub on his chest (which is an event in and of its self).


I read him a book and his bible – then it was time for lights out. I said: “Ok, buddy – time to go turn out the light” he walked to the wall, shut off the light, then froze. I could hear him in the darkness say with some timidity: “light on?”. I responded: “just come to me, follow my voice.” I could see his silhouette reaching his arms out feeling for me as he walked toward me.


Right then and there, God showed me how profound our short conversation was.


How important God’s voice is – his voice that is still speaking. How important it is to listen to what he has to say about the events of my life TODAY.  When the day is too dark, or unfamiliar, or intimidating to walk through alone he says: “just come to me, follow my voice”.


Written by Jason

lover of: Jesus, @legangw1, 5 sons, lyrics, family humor, and epic blanket forts. Worship Pastor: www.praisecc.org Blogger: www.atthespeedoffamily.com Songwriter: www.soundcloud.com/jgangwish