"What do you think it means, Grandpa?" Davey asked, handing him a tall "to go" cup of black coffee. "Sit down, son," he chuckled with a rasp and pointed to an old, padded metal rocking chair. "You'll want to hear this, I'm sure."Davey King had made a practice of visiting his grandpa, who indeed had raised him after his dad had passed on. It was his custom to grab some coffee for the both of them and make that 10 mile drive out to the country where his grandpa lived by himself in a simple wooden planked, two bedroom home. Davey's mom had since passed away also, three years ago to a sudden onset of cancer. Now, he found peace there among the stillness and clean country air. It was like a place of refuge, away from the noise of the city, the silence only disturbed by the cardinals and meadowlarks whistling in the occasional breeze. He had grown quite fond of the squeaking chairs on the wooden porch, steaming black coffee on the cool mornings, and unwinding with Grandpa after a hectic shift on duty.Davey leaned forward in his chair, interested to hear the response to the crazy story he had just retold to Grandpa.
"I am not surprised, by the way. You know, your dad heard the voice too," he grinned."What? You've got to be kidding!" Davey couldn't believe his ears."Yeah, I know," he roughly cackled. "Some people didn't believe him, either, but let me tell you something. Most people hear the Voice at some point in their lives. He likes to shed light on why He created people in the first place. A lot of them don't accept it, but there is something that everyone loves to do, something that gives them fulfillment more than anything else. It is something they are born with; something they have inside, as a part of who they really are.""Man," Davey jested. "I mean, I didn't know for sure if I was selling myself short, becoming a fireman and all. A lot of folks seemed to think I was destined for something much better, like being famous with my good looks and engineering mind." "You know, what the world thinks the pinnacle of success is fame, fortune, etc., but the Voice tells of true satisfaction. That longing inside of everyone can only be filled by Him. We like to try to fill it by pursuing our own little dreams of building our personal kingdom, when He invites us to participate in something so much bigger than ourselves," Granda explained."So, I am supposed to be a fireman?" Davey queried."Sounds like you are waking up to the truth, son," Grandpa defined. "I remember when your dad did too. He did great things as a fireman.""What about what the Voice said about the girl being 'the One'? I mean, I'll probably never even see her again. How does she tie into all of this?""Time will tell, son. Just embrace the thought that God wants to use you to advance His kingdom, as you do exactly what you love to do. You know, there is peace in knowing you are doing the very thing He wants you to do. The question is, 'Do you really believe?', son. Do you really believe?"Davey stared at his coffee cup as if digging to the depths of his soul. In all honesty, he wanted the answer to be "yes". He could sense himself wanting it so badly, to be able to say "yes" without a doubt, with unwavering assurance. In the silence, he started nodding his head, as if agreeing with the Spirit. "I do, Grandpa," he said with focus. "I think I really do."