we can only hear God's voice once we quiet the noise around us.

What to Do When Heaven Is Silent

The plane hit turbulence as she perched precariously on the potty. “Mama? Mama?! Mama!” she yelped, as she clutched my arms tighter. “I’m right here, sweetie,” I said. The tiny airplane lavatory hardly fit one person under best circumstances and rough winds sent us both rocking against the walls. I squatted down to face her, but even the sight of me inches …