I have to find the whisper. The voice that’s talking just to me. In the middle of all noise. The conspiracy theories. The politics. The economic forecast. The prophecies. The mass shooting. The pro-vaccine, anti-vaccine, vitamins C, D, and everything health advice… and the fear of what if this happens again… and when will it end? ...being proclaimed far and wide. You see I like to be educated. I was raised to be smart, and to think for myself and weigh things out. So I feel like I am standing in the middle of a raging stream of information trying to capture handfuls of what matters. I need to move away from it and listen quietly to God. Because even if it is all true or all false, at the end of the day what matters is what He is telling me personally to do with my time, and my choices during my days. He has been there through every plague, world war, famine, and financial fall… and He knows what I need to do. So like Horton the Elephant I am leaning in, and getting quiet. I am listening for the whisper … 1 Kings 19:11-12 A hurricane wind ripped through the mountains and shattered the rocks before God, but God wasn’t to be found in the wind; after the wind an earthquake, but God wasn’t in the earthquake; and after the earthquake fire, but God wasn’t in the fire; but after the fire (came) a gentle and quiet whisper. And God said...
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Wendy Peter is the North American Director of Events for the Women on the Frontlines Organization.
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