The Voices We Know
Some days I go shopping, at Walmart, with my mother. And, as is often the case, I venture off to look at items that catch my eye. Most of the time I tell my mother that I'm about to do so, even as an adult. If I've done so and cannot find her after a bit of searching, I'll say, "Moma!", and hearing me, she'll reply, "What?". Then, I say, "Keep talking please so I can find you". She does so and in moments I've found her because I know her voice (and she recognized mine when I called).
John 10:1-14 (New International Version)
