The Gentle Whisper

And he said, “Go out and stand on the mount before the Lord.” And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. And after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper. And when Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. And behold, there came a voice to him and said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?” ~ 1 Kings 19:11-13

In all my strivings, my busyness, my tasks (even those done for the glory of God), I sometimes sense there is something missing.

I yearn to be in the presence of God. No other place is so humbling – but, too, no other place is so comforting.

And I still repeatedly fail to learn the lesson.

I forget that in order to hear the gentle whisper I must first hush the clamor of my life and heart.

I must learn to be still before Him.

It is in those quiet moments, purposefully still before Him, that I see parts of Him…

In the majesty of clouds rolling across the sky.

In the minute detail of raindrops glittering on a rose.

In the sigh of leaves as the wind blows.

In the gentle floating arc a fallen leaf makes from a tree.

In the simple trust and peace of a sleeping child.

In His providence, even in the hardships.

In the gift of His Presence in my heart, my life.

In the love of those who surround me.

In His word, molding me, cutting to the quick.

God is ready to be found – in so many places.

Am I ready to be still enough to see Him?