It was an exasperating morning. Our phone rang constantly, I washed a contact lens down the drain, our dryer died, and our dog, Princess, sat on the deck and barked incessantly. My head reeled.

"Anna, please go tell Princess to be quiet," I told my daughter. "But Mom," she pleaded with conviction, "Princess is singing 'Jesus Loves Me'--I just know it!"

Cheered by her insight, I realized that God speaks in different ways; what I considered noise, my daughter saw as one of God's creatures praising Him. I don't have to be inside a quiet, peaceful sanctuary to learn from Him, I thought. I just have to be listening.