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And so it starts, everything afresh, lively
with the hope of newness.
In the waking days of last year, the Lord
sweetly gave me a word, a song to hold on to,
Immanuel,
and the whole of last was held fast in the
simple truth
God is with us.
For every month had a new sadness, loss, more
ache, and this girl's heart can turn away from the pain. Immanuel steadied me
with comfort. When last year's days ebbed away like the frail light of winter,
I tuned my heart to hear, listen for His voice. And it came, it came like it's
promise,
Soft and Gentle the whispers of Divinity
1 Kings 19
the Lord passed by, and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain. It was such a
terrible blast that the rocks were torn loose, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but
the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire.
And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper.
And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper.
Is that not what I have sought all this year...
A God who whispers
with nature
tears slipping way
at the emptiness of graves
in adoption
and the other soul, a sibling of our own sweet
youngest, lost in abortion
My years earthquakes and the wind that has
howled around my heart.
Yet my holdfast whisper for this new year is
not a God who is in destruction, but a God who comes and
whispers gentleness.
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