My daughter went out to ride her bike in the parking lot. I watched her through the window for a few minutes and then turned my attention away. Looking back two minutes later I saw her bike parked in the driveway but she was not with it.
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Minutes later I still did not see her so I opened the front door and called for her.
No answer.
I walked to the back door, opened it and called for her.
No answer.
Walking through the house, back toward the front door, I called for her.
No answer.
Stepping out the front door, into the driveway, I called for her.
No answer.
Scanning the parking lot, the front yard, and the side yards, I called for her.
No answer.
Running to the back yard, looking in the pool and into the woods, I called for her.
No answer.
Back inside, frantically running from room to room, I called for her.
No answer.
Through the front door again, panicked in the front yard, I called for her.
No answer.
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Turning toward the swing set there she now stood - smiling and waving - without a word.
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So I asked;
Did you hear me call for you?
Why didn’t you answer me?
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And I wondered;
How often does God call for me?
How often do I hear Him call?
How often do I answer Him?
#preparetheway
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