Last week I was on the internet going a little crazy following rabbit trails on some new writing websites I found. They were giving me ideas about how to improve my writing and expand my audience, and after awhile I realized that I had gone beyond, “Hmm . . . helpful input” to, “How do I get to be as amazing as these people?” and that, my friends, is when all wise people should close the computer and walk away.
So I did. I went up into my room, sat in my corner chair, and just took a deep breath. I sat there until my heart was rested again and I could get God’s perspective on the balance between wisely making the most of the opportunities He gives me, and trusting that what I have and who I am is where He wants me to be right now.
It reminded me of Elijah, who sought God on a mountain. He waited and listened for God.
First a powerful wind came. Then, an earthquake, and finally a fire passed by.
God wasn’t in those. God was in the gentle whisper.
We have to step away from the noise from time to time to simply be in His presence, and listen to His voice telling us what’s true.
He comes most often in silence.
I wrote a poem about this, back in my angst-filled, poetry writing days (I miss the poetry writing, but not the angst). Here it is, enjoy:
My Bit of Heaven
Not in the powerful wind,
nor the earthquake, nor the fire,
He came in the gentle whisper.
I Kings 19:11-13
My soul longs for solitude,
like a desert thirsts for water
And somewhere out there,
the solitude is calling me.
In search of it I find
Black cutout trees against an orange sky.
Snow lays unbroken, pure, white
as the peace it pours over me.
A single leaf is hurried
Scattering across the white in
reckless ignorance to the stillness it is in,
Too much like me.
I breathe in the silence
and realize I’m home.
His gift to me is a bit of heaven
filling my heart, loved poured in by the Spirit.
I only find it in the gentle whisper.