Faith Filled Friday

I love my dad. I wish that all of you could meet him. We could both tell the same story separately and it would come across as funny enough, but when we tell a story together it somehow gets to the next level. 

At times, it feels like we are scripted even though we (obviously) are not. We get each other. 

For as long as I can remember, he has made this noise to get my attention. It's a little "psstpsst" noise that most people wouldn't think twice about it. 

Because my dad has done this since I was a baby, I don't even think about it. When I hear that noise I immediately look in the direction it came from. I can't help it. It's muscle memory. 

My dad came to church on Christmas. And I do production for a pretty big and VERY loud church. Electrical guitars--the whole nine yards. He's not a regular at church, but he came to support me on one of the biggest days of the year (Go, old man!) 

In the middle of a huge chorus, I have a production headset on. Game time. Focused. The congregation is singing along. And sure enough, my dad says, "Psst. Psst." 

All my focus shatters. And immediately I find myself looking directly at him. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up and I went right back to working. A proud papa moment. 

How is it that I could hear him in one of the loudest environments? There's a million other noises happening and I hear the faint, "psstpsst."


It's because I've become so familiar with that "psstpsst" in private. 

PsstPsst... Jacq do the laundry. 
PsstPsst... hand me that remote. 
PsstPsst... great job today. 
PsstPsst.. Love you, Jacq.

I had heard that thousands of times. Even in the midst of noise, I was so familiar with his voice that I could pick up on it in chaos. It was still muscle memory. 

Isn't that just like our relationship with Our Father in Heaven? The more that we become familiar with His voice in private the more easily we will be able to pick up on it in the chaos. I didn't think to look for my dad when I heard him, I just did. I was trained to. 

I hope this story encourages you. Pushes you to become that familiar with our Father's voice. I hope that you ask yourself the same question that I had to ask myself--is my muscle memory to look to Jesus? To deeply respond to His voice. 

We exist to glorify God, to display His heart and character. And I just love how we are all uniquely built to do that. So every Friday I want to give you, uniquely designed by God, an opportunity to link up your thoughts on God, art, baking, photography, parenting, marriage, homeschooling, writing or blogging and more if they tie into or display the Lord somehow. 

​Here's how it works.
1. Link up as many blog posts as you want below by clicking the link below and following the prompts. (Perhaps think of old posts you want more exposure to as well as new ones.)

2. Let your readers know by including a link at the bottom of your post (or somewhere on your side bar) or paste my button code (found below and on the side bar).

3. Take a minute to visit and comment on another sweet lady or two's post. You're encouragement might be just what she needs to keep pressing on in being a voice in the darkness.

About Jacque

Jacque is the Missional Women Intern and a college student in Denver, CO who balances her time between trying to go to class and learning about His saving grace and perfect love as much as she can.  She is a twenty something, DIY attempting, Jesus loving, Denver living, small town rooted, Colorado sports fan.  She loves black coffee, long conversations and watching people do what God created them for. You can find her Christian Twenty Somethings blog at Desperately Dependent.

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