"About midnight. while Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God as the prisoners listened, there was suddenly such a severe earthquake that the foundations of the jail shook; all the doors flew open, and the chains of all were pulled loose."
This scene is filled with details orchestrated by God. Paul and Silas were praying and singing after being stripped and beaten with rods. The other prisoners were listening and did not rush out of the jail even when they were freed. The jailer, who was on the verge of killing himself when he woke and saw the prison doors wide open, instead bathed their wounds, was baptized with his entire household,
and brought them into his house for a meal where they "rejoiced at having come to faith in God."
When I read all this, I was struck by the many ways God speaks to us, and how often we don't hear, or we hear but don't listen. I was glad to have this reflection to begin my day, since I had wakened with a migraine and was moving slowly. Then I discovered Skype wasn't working, so I talked to my daughter on the phone, and left a mess on my desk. The internet was also down, so I couldn't look at my stocks while I was talking to my portfolio manager, and I wound up with papers all over the study. My horn teacher came early for the first time ever, and when my lesson was over, I had music all over the living room. Then I tried making Mother's Day cards for my daughters, and ended up with card stock scattered around the computer. It wasn't an earthquake, but it looked as if Something Had Happened, and I finally just went and asked my son to come pray with me. They were simple prayers, but it gave me a chance to catch my breath. I don't know whether I finally did stop and try to listen, but as I reflect back I can see that that is what I should have done. And now I will do just that.