How do we know when God is speaking to us? Is it a still small voice, a whisper or a whirlwind? Is it in the blazing glory of a gorgeous sunrise or in the tear on the cheek of a little child? When we face bitter disappointment in life – can we sense God’s encouragement or is He seemingly as cold as those who have turned away from us? Plenty of examples come to us from Scripture and almost as many examples are in everyday life right around us, through which God speaks to us. Sometimes it might be a burning bush and other times, it’s a small coin jar. Recently I was back in Georgia, my son was injured in training to be an Army Ranger and we came together to try to sort through what might have to happen next. There was, as you can imagine much frustration and disappointment mixed with the pain of a dislocated collar bone. With little to do but wait and pray that the scar tissue would help the bone re-secure itself to avoid a very extensive surgery, we commiserated about the exasperation of the whole deal and then came the pizza. I think I was much more vocal about the seeming unfairness of the injury than even my son and, like I mentioned, sometimes it is the little things through which God speaks the loudest. My son’s name is Daniel and as I stood waiting to pay for our pizza, just as the lovely young lady handed me my change, I noticed the change jar sitting there and on it the face of the most precious little baby boy. This little baby is facing a major surgery for a congenital heart defect and it does not sound like his chances for a full life are very good. And, perhaps you guessed it, the little baby boy’s name… Daniel. As I dropped all my change into the jar I breathed a little prayer asking God to help little Daniel and to forgive me.