Wednesday, August 2, 2023



Most evenings, in recent weeks, God writes across the heavens in bold, bright colors that are simply breathtaking. We rush outdoors to witness the panoramic display of rapidly changing hues - trying to capture it all with cameras that never seem to do it justice.

Sometimes, however, He sweeps across heaven with a gentle, quiet touch - pale pinks and grays hushing the air around us. No loud exclamations of glory - rather a sweet whisper to come away. Away from the noise that surrounds our every waking moment; away from the wild flurry of images on a screen; away from the relentless yearning for approval and recognition; away from the worry and fear buried just beneath the surface.

The Lord calls us with the irresistible invitation to be still and know. He told us - we would not find Him in the mighty wind, the powerful earthquake or the raging fire (I Kings 19:11-12). Instead, we will find Him there in the gentle whisper.

We long, when we suffer greatly and need Him desperately, to see Him move in a powerful, unmistakeable way. Our hearts cry out for Him to be mighty on our behalf - to move mountains and work miracles. He can do all those things; He does all those things. Yet some evenings He quietly whispers His presence into the very heart of us - and we know that all will be well. Whatever the circumstances, however He chooses to move - all will be well.

It is enough to know that He is near.

"Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in Him." Psalm 62:5

"He says, 'Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth." Psalm 46:10



(Another repost since I don't seem to have words these day.)