So have you ever heard that still small voice and dismissed it, thinking it was only a random thought. That is how I would explain this morning. Last night Blaise had a really rough night. She is cutting teeth. She has a diaper rash. She was really fussy. So I had made up my mind that I would not go to the service this morning. I would just keep the babies out of the cold and do some cleaning. That way Blaise could relax and so could I. So this morning I was laying in my warm snugly bed and I asked myself the question again. Do I go or stay? I heard a very small voice say, "Go". But I heard a very loud voice say, "Stay, clean, relax and you can watch a movie" So I listened to the loud voice. I got the big girls ready and started breakfast, turned on a movie for the girls and started cleaning. The big girls left for church and I did not. At 12:13 Billy calls me and tells me they are having the most amazing service and if I can to get there, to get there. I got me and the girls ready in ten minutes and Matt Carr picked us up and we were there by 12:30, just about the time it ended. Apparently, they had spent the last hour and a half worshipping and warring. My two favorite things. I was so sad I wanted to cry. Not just because I missed it (the service). But because I missed it (the voice). I don't want to miss it anymore. I know God is going to move like that again and again, because that is just where we are going. And I don't want to miss a second of it. So I will listen very closely to the quiet voice. And tell the loud one to shut up!