That Still, Small Voice

That still, small Voice. You know… the one you hear in the back of your mind, but you choose to ignore it? The one that tells you to go here or go there, to look in this place or that place or somewhere totally unexpected? The one that when you FINALLY listen to it, you find a solution to your problem? 

Time after time after time, it has happened to me. You would think that as long as I have been walking with the Lord, I would automatically respond when I hear “that Voice”, but my flesh gets in the way and I am slow to listen.

One of the times that stands out like a neon sign is the time that I had misplaced my gradebook for school and I desperately needed to find it. I frantically looked everywhere for it, and it was nowhere to be found. Bookshelves, in and under my baskets where students turned in their work, in the classroom storage closet, even under my desk where I kept a boxful of miscellaneous stuff. Not a sign of it anywhere!   

Since I lived twenty-five miles from the school I taught at, I was reluctant to go home without it, but I did. After checking my car and my home thoroughly, I accepted the fact that it had to be at school, so I turned around and took my husband with me to go back to look for it. 

That was when that little Voice reminded me, “Look under your desk.” 

Being the obedient woman that I am, I mentally replied, “I already looked there.”

But the Voice spoke again. “Look under your desk in the box.” 

Once more, I responded that I had looked there. 

Then the Voice became very insistent. “I said LOOK THERE AGAIN!!!” 

Well, third time was the charm, so I finally paid attention and after I dug just a little deeper than the surface, there was the gradebook! Then I remembered that I had placed it there for safe keeping and that is exactly where it was. 

Another neon moment has to do with my teaching experience as well. One day when I was getting ready to go home, I couldn’t find my car keys. I knew I had them somewhere because I could not have gotten to school without them, but it was a mystery to me as to where I had them this time. Once more, I looked high and low and everywhere in-between, and no keys. As before, I even looked in the classroom closet which I kept locked so sticky fingers wouldn’t help themselves to our various treasures. Or to my own possessions, like my wallet… or car keys.   

I became convinced that they were nowhere to be found, so I called home and asked my husband to bring me the second set of keys so I could go home. Thankfully he did. And he didn’t chastise me for my negligence.

The next day at school, I heard that Voice again.

“Look on the middle shelf in the closet,” It said.

After the experience with the gradebook, I wasn’t quite so stubborn, so I did as I was commanded. As I opened the closet and moved some of the things around, I saw a glimmer of silver. I dug around a little bit further, and lo and behold, my missing keys! 

It still happens, even with being retired. But I think (at least I hope!) I’ve gotten less headstrong over the years. But now, when I hear that Voice, my attitude is more like, “Speak, Lord. Your servant is listening!”

I really don’t like admitting my foibles, but God’s great mercies have` covered me and I praise Him alone for His faithfulness. May I always be quick to respond to His leading.

1 Samuel 3:9

Therefore, Eli said to Samuel, “Go, lie down; and it shall be, if He calls you, that you must say, ‘SpeakLord, for Your servant hears.’”

Isaiah 30:21

Your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the waywalk in it,” Whenever you turn to the right hand or whenever you turn to the left.

1 Kings 19:12 New King James Version

but the Lord was not in the earthquake; 12 and after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire [e]a still small voice.

1 Kings 19:12 New King James Version

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Elizabeth Moreno

Elizabeth Dettling Moreno is a freelance writer for her local newspaper, The Wharton Journal-Spectator and has written several children’s books. Her most recent book is Psalms of Motherhood and Other Reflections on Life. Her greatest accomplishment, however, is that she helped Holocaust Survivor Helen Colin write her autobiography, My Dream of Freedom, From Holocaust to My Beloved America, which came out in 2013. Liz became a widow in 2019 when her husband Gabby Moreno, her husband of 39 years, passed away. She is a mother, grandmother, and friend with a heart for teaching and sharing. She spent 24 years as a public-school teacher, with 20 of those years as a junior high language arts teacher in Bay City, Texas. She and her son Gabriel live outside of Wharton, Texas, and care for their critters. She has 5 children, 16 grandchildren, and 5 great-grandchildren. She is a member of Abundant Life Church in Wharton, Texas. Liz may be contacted by email at