I’ve been quiet.
There is just so much noise sometimes. I don’t want to be a part of it. Sometimes, I feel the weight of so many voices and they drown the still, quiet One. The one that rarely roars like an earthquake, rushes like wind, rages like fire. Mostly He whispers and if we don’t take time to be still and quiet we might miss it. I’m so afraid of being someone elses thunder, the loud shouting, sometimes I get afraid to speak.
I want His voice loud in my ears and for me that only happens when the words are flowing. With scripture cracked wide and pen starts swirling in my rock cleft on my window ledge. Or when we walk in spring quiet, with the birds just starting to sing, and I sense peace reaching deep and words starting to form just under the surface, in the centre of my chest. And I can’t keep quiet, the rocks shout at me and together we praise.
I share it here, because my tongue is clumsy and my words stop cold in my mouth. But. I still think we are all called to raise our voice in whatever way that he releases in hopes of moving others to praise.
But if there is too much shouting? Too many voices? If the whisper is quieted…Shut it down. Find your rocky cliff, wherever it is that you can hear clearly and stay there until He passes by.