• Gentle Whisper

    Friday, January 10, 2014


    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,


    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.

    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.