You've just regain consciousness but unable to see anything. There is a fog of smoke blocking out the light. Unable to identify your surroundings you are hopelessly lost. You now feel the heat of the fire but are unsure as to which way to head. Your hand grabs your chest as the smoke fills your lungs. You stumble to your knees. "Is this to be it " you ask yourself "is there no one to help?" As your coughing becomes uncontrollable from a distance you hear the words, "Follow my voice."

   With renewed strength you slowly move in the direction of the sound. The words are repeated, "Follow my voice" and you move closer. The smoke clears. Suddenly you begin to see objects and then a face appears. It is the one whose voice you followed. You are safe. Following a certain sound makes all the difference in life. I am born into a world of smoke. There is no clear voice to choose from and no clear direction to head to. The voices in life cloud my mind and bring me to my knees. I am unable to discern the path to safety. And as I sit there I begin to choke on all the lies that have been spoken over me. I say, "Is this all there is to my existence?"

   When all hope seems lost I hear a certain sound, "Follow My Voice." I've not heard this sound before. It beckons something deep within, something not touched before. It is both a compelling and focused sound. Again it whispers, "Follow My Voice." I follow and am brought into a light. My mind is cleared for the first time. All is made right, purpose is restored and I am renewed as one who has been rescued from death and ushered into life. There may still come days when I awaken to the fog of smoke and stumble in the way disoriented by the voices. But I now know the certain sound that brings deliverance and when I see the smoke I will quickly drop to my knees that I might once again be rescued by the words, "Follow My Voice."