Remember Peter and his companions on the mountain praying with Jesus? Most of us know that Peter jumped into the end of Jesus’ conversation with Moses and Elijah and let them know his impulsive plans. I assume Peter’s words stopped when a cloud enveloped the disciples and fear heightened their senses. “This is my Son, whom I have chosen; listen to him,” a voice commanded. (Luke 9:35) I don’t think that voice was quiet. I know what sound does in a cloud. The noise bounces back toward earth and what might be a whisper on a clearer day, becomes a roar. 

Recently God, with only four days of notice, asked us to go to Uganda. Our reason for going was vague, but God seemed to be totally in it. (Who gets the exact flight a colleague is taking when that friend booked his travel three weeks before? Who gets notice after a flight is booked that the price charged has changed and a refund is on its way?)

 I spent a night interrupting God after that flight was confirmed.

 “How about I put together a tea for the women, or better yet, what if I bring some teaching along about unity?” I asked. Quickly devised plans ran through my brain, but suddenly a cloud of anxiety surrounded me as an endless list of ideas lassoed my peace.

Thankfully God pierced that cloud of racing ideas with a simple command to listen. I’d been so smothered by my own plans for making the trip significant, that I almost missed His ideal plan for our journey. 

Is a cloud limiting your sight right now? Thank God! He’s got you in the perfect spot to listen.