This is going to be a quick post. Michael and I were doing our Bible story for today, and it was taken from Exodus 19, where God tells Moses He's going to come down the mountain (in the Sinai Desert) and the people are going to see it. Explaining to Michael that when the people would hear God's voice speaking with Moses, then the people would know that Moses really was talking to God, and not just making stuff up to tell the people.
Suddenly, I recalled an incident from 30 years ago. I was babysitting and one of the children was upset. It happened to be storming, and I thought she was afraid of the thunder. She tearfully told me she wasn't afraid of the storm, but instead was sad that God didn't talk to her, like He did with Moses. I told Michael about this memory. Before I could finish what I was saying, he tried to figure out what I had done or said to the little girl.
"Did you pray that God would talk a little louder to her?" He was so sweet in his innocence. I had a hard time not giggling. I kept a straight face and continued my story.
As a new believer, I told her that God can and does talk to us, in our spirit, or our heart. But it usually is not audible - you can't hear it with the ears on your head. I told Michael about this incident, and likewise explained that God can and does talk to him. When he knows in his heart that he's told a lie, and is suddenly sorrowful for what he did, he comes and tells me. That's the Holy Spirit talking to him.
At any rate, when the day arrived that they were going to see God speaking with Moses, the Israelites' reaction was not what most might think. They were terrified, but Michael hasn't heard the end of that story yet. (The people decided it was better for God to speak only to Moses, and let him pass along God's words to them.)