Quiet. Powerful. Peace. Love. Strong. The voice of the Lord in my ears, in the stillness of the night, in the busyness of the day. In the wind, it blew; in the fire, it burned; in the rain, it stormed. Up the mountains, it pithed; down the valleys; it echoed. Pivoting, directing, leading, anchoring, upbraiding, chastising me. In the silence, it is breathed out.
Speaking peace to my spirit, health to my bones, joy to my soul, love to my heart. Breathing life to my being, instructing my ignorance, wisening my folly, strengthening my weakness, smoldering my pride, rebuking my arrogance.
It’s not that which I hear everywhere. Not that echoing, screaming, shouting or wailing. I hear saneness, authority, sovereignty, power, thumping against my heart, my little heart that leaps at the sound of rest, the sound of rain. It’s not a sound afar off, it’s close by, of closest proximity. The sound of silence, inaudible silence.
Words in chuckles, words in smiles, words in hugs, words in fire, words in rain. Written voice, spoken voice, sang voice of Divinity, of Sovereignty.