Sarah, our two-year old, happily sang and chattered to herself in the back seat of our Volkswagen beetle on our way to church that Wednesday night. My husband, Ron, and I were engaged in a deep discussion about our relationship with the Lord - our favorite topic since our conversions three years earlier, Ron actually leading me to the Lord soon after his own conversion. Three weeks later we were married. I always tease that I guess he decided I was worth keeping after seeing the dramatic change the Lord made in my heart and life.

Ron suddenly turned toward me, his brow scrunched together in that serious look of his. "Susan, we need to get to know God better. What can we do to get closer to the Lord?"

I was baffled by Ron’s question, struggling to think with Sarah’s nonstop distracting babble coming from the back seat.

"I don’t know," I admitted. I knew God had forgiven my sins and had given me a clean new heart. But was there more?

"We’re missing something Susan. We’ve both been born again, but there has to be a way to hear to God more clearly. The scriptures say, "My sheep know my voice, and I know them, and they follow me." John 10:27 KJV

"I know. I don’t think I’ve heard His voice in a long time. Maybe not since the day I was saved," I admitted, raising my normal soft voice in competition with two-year-old Sarah prattling something over and over again. Ron started to say something then froze. We both felt it. Something very unexplainable going on in the back seat; our attention drawn to our little girl now leaning against the front seat looking directly at us. "I told you, I told you," she kept repeating in her sweet, angelic voice.

Ron and I glanced at each other for a moment before giving our full attention to Sarah.

"I told you. I told you. Pray! Pray!" she said over and over again.

The ethereal presence of God filled our VW beetle as Ron and I humbly received our answer from the Lord through our little angel in the back seat on that very special Wednesday night that radically changed our relationship with the Lord.

Copyright Susan J. Decuir