"My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me."
When our eldest daughter was three we took her to a popular fast food restaurant. They had an indoor play area with a large, hard plastic maze made up of multicolored tubes, squares, and rectangles that led to a ginormous slide! She was very glad to be eating out but most of all she could barely contain her excitement as she focused her attention on getting into the play area.
As we sat and ate, I (Louis) noticed her watching the other children playing. She watched them enter and climb through the maze, then eventually shoot out the end of the slide. After she had eaten all she could, we left Mommy and baby sister in the dining area. I led her over to the play area, removed her shoes, and watched her begin her ascent to the top of the multicolored maze. There was no inhibition on her part. She had watched the other children do it and now it was her turn.
As the other children played loudly, her excitement dulled their voices as she led herself quickly to the top of the maze in search of the opening to that incredibly huge slide. All of a sudden, I heard a nervous, anxious cry and recognized a tiny voice say, "I can't do it Daddy!" Fear had seized her little mind and the loud play of the other children stopped her dead in her tracks. She found herself confused in the middle of the multicolored tubes with different openings and did not know which way to go.
My parental instinct kicked in so I rushed to the opening of the maze but just before I was about to enter, I stopped myself and called out to her, "You can do it, just listen to my voice!" She cried out again, "I can't do it Daddy!" So I called out louder, "You can do it, just listen to my voice!" I really wanted to rush to the top to rescue my little girl from her fear but as I stood back I could see her tiny shadow through the tubes and knew she was O.K.
I moved to the end of the slide and calmly yelled out directions to her, "Do you see the yellow tube in front of you?" At age three she had already mastered her primary colors so I knew she could follow my directions. I heard her tiny little voice echo through the end of the slide, "Yes." I said, "You need to go through that one." Again, I heard her nervously respond, "The yellow one?" I responded very calmly and spoke into the end of the slide, "Yes, the yellow one." She replied, "O.K." I responded, "Daddy is at the end of the green slide, just follow my voice, I will tell you which way to go." Her assurance in my voice calmed her enough so she could take her first step. I slowly prompted her to move through the maze by saying, "Now go through the blue tube...now the red tube...now do you see the green tube?" She replied excitingly, "I see it Daddy, I see it!" I responded, "That's the slide. Can you hear me?" She replied, "I can hear you Daddy!" I responded, "Now sit down and slide. I'm waiting for you at the end." I could hear heavy, dull clunking on the plastic tubes as she positioned herself to slide down. I heard her say one last time, "I'm coming Daddy!" I stood back and saw her shoot out of the bottom of that long green tube and right into my arms. She was no longer crying but smiling and saying, "I did it Daddy, I did it! I listened to your voice!" I hugged her as tight as I could and cried right in the middle of that play area. At that moment, I realized that I was not only teaching my daughter how to overcome her fears but God was teaching me how to listen to His voice to overcome my fears.
When we feel lost, confused, and do not know which direction to go, He will lead us if we listen to His voice and follow His direction.
Have a great day! God bless you.
Louis & Elisa Quintana