Words-I think about how I prefer to be spoken too, how I prefer to speak to my own children and I know that this is how God prefers to communicate with me. Not the booming, thunderous voice but a quiet whisper. In order to hear Him communicating I have to make sure that in the midst of life-this chaotic crazy life that I am still enough to hear Him. He whispers “I love you”, He whispers encouragements in my ear, He whispers the very plans He drew up for me before He breathed life into me, through small beautiful whispers. He asks me to serve in small gentle whispers. Sometimes in the middle of the earthquakes and the fires around me I don’t stop long enough to hear the small steady whisper. He is the whisper. 11 The LORD said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by. “Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave. Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?” 1 Kings 19:11-13 I have ignored those small whispers, focusing on wind, trembling’s and fire. Inevitably greater action is needed to get through this opinionated, strong headed girl and the quiet whisper is replace with a jolting slap across the back of my head or a good kick in the pants reminding me that just because I’m not listening doesn’t make Him any less my God. God’s got a great big hand and wants to make a great big point- It’s a great big world out there-with great big hurts and humongous needs. If we are not listening to the small quiet promptings-than who is? Whose is helping? Who is serving? Who is wiping tears? Who is introducing other’s to His whispers? Who am I, who am I?? That I am allowed to choose who is worthy of my time? Who is worthy of my judgment and criticism? That I am aloud to rack and stack people? Who am I to think that I could possibly understand the man holding the sign at the intersection asking for help? Who am I to judge the mother next door because her children spoke “words” forbidden to my children? Who am I to judge the single mother of multiple children or the woman who chooses to walk away from everyone who needed her?? Who am I, if I am not heeding to the still small whisper-asking me to be His hands, His feet and His voice?
Posted on: Fri, 05 Jul 2013 15:54:08 +0000
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