Sit Down Somewhere, God Is Speaking

As a child growing up in the South, anytime there was a thunderstorm, my mother would say "Child, sit down somewhere and be quiet, God is speaking."

As the thunder rolled and the lightening flashed, I'd gather a few books and a pillow, and lay on the floor, often under the bed. Not because I was afraid, but because it was cozy and quiet, and I could concentrate on hearing the voice of God. As my parents sat quietly praying and waiting patiently for God to speak, I too laid quietly on the floor and waited. I would concentrate as hard has possible to hear what God had to say. After a while, I'd open one of my books and read quietly to myself, still listening for a word that would tell me what I