Sweet 5-year-old Megan was sent to her room again for mischievous behavior. But this time, I had a plan. I quickly ran back down the stairs and exclaimed, “Mom, God spoke to me!” My mom asked, “Really Megan, what is it that God said to you?” I responded with a deep, thundering voice, “Megan, you do not need to go to your room.” I thought God’s voice would be something unfamiliar and loud. I thought God needed to yell at me from the outside for me to hear Him, as if God was far off or I had seriously impaired hearing. I had failed to discover the generous gift of my Baptism. God is so close to us.